|| αғтεя... || . { ρsүcнσραтн-үυυүα }
He was already breathless, the sudden pressure upon his abdomen only making a loud burst of air press past his lips. He didn’t seem to move much as her lips traveled up his neck, and to his own. He could taste the iron, and he brushed their noses together, her teeth pressing into his bottom lip. A small hum left his throat, and he opened his eyes to stare at her.
❝…Both…Definitely both.❞ He moved a hand up to mangle through her hair, twirling it between his fingers and coating it with his own blood. He was still in a daze, whether it be from blood loss or not. The feeling of someone so close was nice, but he was still so confused. If his body would only recuperate, maybe he’d be gone, maybe he’d tried to kill her. Even so, he just didn’t know what he was doing.
-x The ghoul sighed, pleased, as his fingers touched her hair. She licked the blood beading on his lips, giving a final kiss before retreating from the bed. In a few short moments she returned to his side with a wet cloth. Wordlessly, she began to wipe the blood from his skin, carefully maneuvering around the many cuts distorting his flesh. She'd taken great care not to cut him too deeply, leaving only wounds that would heal within a few weeks. Examining his drowsy form, now clean, she took a second inventory of his wounds until she was satisfied, positive she'd left nothing vital.
"You're a glutton for punishment, love..." Hikari teased him, running her fingertips, now harmless, across the unmarked portions of his skin. On a serious note, she addressed him. "Anyway, you'll heal just fine," her hand moved to cup his cheek, "I always leave my playmates in good condition." Smiling, she added, "I hope you'll play with me again."