She lays in his bed, pressing her face to his pillow and drinking in the scent of him there. Her fingers grasp the sheet and she holds on tight, as if she could some how bring him back to her faster. She has no idea what is happening here, and she doesn't want to look too close, lest it slip through her fingers.
She hears the sound of a wolf calling over the cold Scottish landscape. She hopes Damocles will forgive her for taking up so much of his time this evening. Poor pup.
But she has no real regrets.
She does make a quick dash to the loo. While washing her hands, she looks at herself in the mirror. His bite mark is clearly visible on her pale skin. She touches it and shivers, half in pain, half in arousal.
She makes her way back to the bed and straightens the covers, arranging herself in what she hopes to be a pleasing pose for when he comes back.
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Date: 2009-02-24 06:25 am (UTC)She hears the sound of a wolf calling over the cold Scottish landscape. She hopes Damocles will forgive her for taking up so much of his time this evening. Poor pup.
But she has no real regrets.
She does make a quick dash to the loo. While washing her hands, she looks at herself in the mirror. His bite mark is clearly visible on her pale skin. She touches it and shivers, half in pain, half in arousal.
She makes her way back to the bed and straightens the covers, arranging herself in what she hopes to be a pleasing pose for when he comes back.