#argorp

i want to be dancing with them in a pretty forest clearing with nothing but the sound of my humming, our footsteps, and the ambience of the forest. its a song and dance we've done so many times before, but i still get flustered when they dip me as if it was the first time they did it. the moonlight reflects off their fangs as they lift me back up, asking if im ready, i bare my neck to them and that's all the answer they need before they're on me, hands on my waist, teeth in my neck. i feel woozy by the time they move away, but im still able to hold myself upright as they move up to kiss me, the taste of my blood still strong on their tongue. i run my fingers through their hair as they run their hands up and down my sides. it feels like hours before we pull away from each other and once we do they move a hand up to wipe blood of my face, licking their finger clean and giving me a small smirk.