@silntfangs, cont'd.
"mm... no, not tired," is what she tells him, naturally, but the sleep in her voice says otherwise. a purr ticks low in her throat as his fingers comb into her hair and scratch her scalp. it feels good, makes her content and prompts her to nose against his throat, lips skimming over his jugular while she inhales the scent of him; leather, sea breeze, traces of motor oil and copper, and the rest of it that makes it dwayne.
when his earring catches in the way, she huffs softly and chuckles as she nudges the dangle in a different direction. she sinks back against him. the weight of her density is hardly a concern against his vampiric strength. "just wanted to say hi to you. hello."

















