[Even though this isn't the first time he's offered himself to her to feed on she suddenly feels a little weird about it. He's always so ready to help her, isn't he? That's a good thing...so why does she feel uncomfortable about it?
That discomfort doesn't last for long, however, as her hunger grows exponentially at the sight of his bared neck. Clumsily she climbs into his lap, wanting to be close as she first nuzzles into the crook of his neck before sinking her teeth into his flesh. It's a fluid, swift movement, the taste of fresh blood making her sigh with relief. After having drunk the shitty fake stuff that was provided on the station there's no comparison.
It's hard not to get carried away, to get lost in the physicality of the act itself. Atsushi's more than just some faceless dinner, after all. She can't get too carried away...but god is it hard to not be.]
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That discomfort doesn't last for long, however, as her hunger grows exponentially at the sight of his bared neck. Clumsily she climbs into his lap, wanting to be close as she first nuzzles into the crook of his neck before sinking her teeth into his flesh. It's a fluid, swift movement, the taste of fresh blood making her sigh with relief. After having drunk the shitty fake stuff that was provided on the station there's no comparison.
It's hard not to get carried away, to get lost in the physicality of the act itself. Atsushi's more than just some faceless dinner, after all. She can't get too carried away...but god is it hard to not be.]