ᶠᵃʳʳᵉˡˡ ᵃᵈᵈᶦᶜᵗ

Various sensitive spots on the boys (aka where to touch them to make them putty)

Percival: small of his back, spine

Jerry: hairline of the nape of his neck, ribs

Marty: behind his ears, earlobes

the clear hesitation from the older man has him hopeful.   maybe he got his point across.   maybe he believed him.     ❝   well they’ll be after us ‘cause we killed one of them.   just don’t invite them into your house.   and keep a stake with you at all times.   ❞    he pauses,   feeling as if he forgot something.   ❝   oh,   holy water,   too!   you better get some of that.   but it shouldn’t be a problem after tonight.   we’ll kill ‘em all if we have to.   ❞  

      “Good choice and good French, by the way. Your pronunciation did not make my ears bleed.” There was a small laughter as Philippe shook his head slightly. Even though he was French, he did not mind how terribly people spoke French words around. His own accent for English was pretty bad, but he thought it would be funny to tell him that. “Well, I’m team fancy beverages, but I understand why classics are classics.”

                ❝Do I look desperate to you?❞  Sookie retorted, though there was no malice in her voice to speak of. She wasn’t about to dress up in every bit of leather and black that she had (not that she had very much of either to begin with) and flaunt herself around Fangtasia like a full course meal. She didn’t crave a pair of sharp fangs in her neck. Quite frankly she could do without it.  ❝It just happened.❞  That’s the short answer. The long answer?  ❝I mean, I’ve been in a relationship with a vampire before so biting and blood lust kind of comes with the territory.❞  Her shoulders shrugged nonchalantly then, as if it was no big deal. To every other nosy person in her life budding in on her personal life it was a big deal.

            an avoidable occurrence,  if only dean properly fed himself.    whether it be from a blood pack or going on his own hunt,  he wouldn’t have been so starved for this sustenance had he just paid attention.    yet jerry wasn’t about to turn this minor attack down,  especially as he could only benefit from the man’s lips,  tongue,  and teeth dragging along whatever it could touch,  taking what little blood was left.    he grinned against them,  leaned into the touch and reached to card one hand through dean’s hair and grip as the other held steadfast to his hip and pulled him closer.

            it took a moment before he pulled back and away from him,  a smirk playing across his lips.    “    maybe i should feed you like this from now on.    ”