http://mortisbelle.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mortisbelle.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-01-21 04:45 pm

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Medieval lady in modern clothing, people-watching.

Minimalist, yes.

[identity profile] ms-w-harker.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Joe had been terrified of the thought of being fed from.

The thought presented itself as she quickly punctured Serena's skin with her fangs, but slowly sucked on the wound.

Joe was afraid ... Serena is not.

She let herself enjoy drinking blood.

[identity profile] ms-w-harker.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Her hand slides up to gently cup Serena's neck, tenderly supporting it as she feeds. She savors each flavor she tastes in the vitae, even if she doesn't know what they are, they add to her utter pleasure in the moment.

[identity profile] ms-w-harker.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
She stops sucking at the wound after a long moment, and swallows one last time before letting the feeding end. She brushes her lips softly against the damaged skin, willing the holes to close (they do, only imperfectly until Serena's supernatural resilience kicks in).

She feels drained, nourished and very much ... caring deeply for Serena, right now. With only a little push it might even be called 'love,' she fancies.

[identity profile] ms-w-harker.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
She gives a quick glance around at a sudden thought - the way that felt, she wondered if it counted as public sex. Since no one is approaching them with a stern gaze, she twitches a slight smile to herself.

She sits down and tugs Serena to sit beside her in a cuddling fashion.

[identity profile] ms-w-harker.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
She smiles to Serena, her voice soft. "Yes, I ..." she laughed softly as she tried to form words for it. "We'll have to do this more often." It really felt amazing, how it had washed away even her loathing for being Bound here.