[She swallows, greedily once, then with more patience second. By the third, it's lazy and slow, her tongue dragging over the wounds decorating his throat, mouth breaking away finally with a groan as he rocks up into her.
She finally lowers her gaze back down, the hand at the side of his face tracing down his throat, smearing the lingering blood there even as his wounds heal under her palm, before she sits up, lifting her fingers to her mouth to lick away the remnants.
It's messy, but sometimes so are they, and she can't bring herself to care.
Besides, there was always the shower.
The darkness in her eyes slips away, and she wipes futilely at her mouth with the back of her hand even as her lips spread into a satisfied grin.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
She finally lowers her gaze back down, the hand at the side of his face tracing down his throat, smearing the lingering blood there even as his wounds heal under her palm, before she sits up, lifting her fingers to her mouth to lick away the remnants.
It's messy, but sometimes so are they, and she can't bring herself to care.
Besides, there was always the shower.
The darkness in her eyes slips away, and she wipes futilely at her mouth with the back of her hand even as her lips spread into a satisfied grin.]