From the shocked and embarrassed look on her face, he may as well have propositioned they fuck right on this table!!
To feed on someone she knows and thinks of with fondness seems more intimate than the kiss they shared just now. Her fingertips press into her lips, and Paloma blinks rapidly as if that will hide her blown pupils. "Do you ... offer me this?"
She's uncertain whether she would have the strength of character to refuse.
"--I'm sorry, is that inappropriate?" From the look on her face, it must be..... But that wasn't his intent, he just thought it would make things easier for her?!
"No!" she yelps. Paloma fidgets where she sits, smooths her skirt over. "Perhaps? I do not know. You are the first I ..."
None of the other kine saw her for longer than a night, and rarely if ever that. Nobody who gave blood would recognize her name, or her face. Her memories of the feeding are always singular and unaccompanied. That intimacy has therefore only been one-sided. Unrequited and frankly sad.
"Well, I suppose no one has known before, after all." At least, he thinks it's pretty safe to assume no one knows. Forgetting too, of course, that he was one such meal some time ago.
She reaches out, clasps his hand. Brings it in to tilt her cheek into his knuckles. It's both an excuse to keep her gaze downcast and lets her feel him.
"You see what I have done to that man, and you still ..."
"If that is a possibility, then I would prefer to use myself as the subject of experimentation." He laughs a little, not as much as he might otherwise, considering what happened last time he used himself as a test subject. "It is a doctor's duty to keep people safe and healthy. That includes you, of course."
Paloma will just press a closed-mouth kiss to the hand she stole if he doesn't extricate himself, thank you. "It is not agony if your monster is gentle. I do not need to take too much." Her voice drops. "Would you sit with me?"
"Of course." He smiles...and realises that he still isn't dressed. Ah. And she's sitting on a lab table. "Would you like to sit somewhere a little more comfortable, perhaps?"
Looks like the appropriate course of action is to let go of the poor man. She wiggles off the table and onto her bare feet, failing utterly to block out old blood and death's lingering scent. Finally, after avoiding them for so long, she peeks at his eyes. "You will forget comfort if we do this."
Chez lounges are one of the pieces of furniture Paloma enjoys the most about England. They're much, much rarer in the Americas. She rocks forward onto her toes to get a good, appreciative look at it, incidentally tugging his elbow.
"Pretty." Beauty's beauty. With that she twists and reclaims her arm, stopping at a length just before her fingers fall from Jekyll. Picking backward step by step, staring up-- maybe he remembers the hunger in her eyes when she led him to the tavern bed. This isn't dissimilar.
He recognises it, and something in himself he doesn't like. To get away from that feeling, he gestures that she should sit, on the lounge if she likes, and opens a wardrobe. "If you will excuse me a moment, I shall dress properly!"
She takes the hint, arranges herself on the lounge. When his back is turned Paloma bounces on it, just a little.
"Please, you are the house master!" To gather the Beast more tightly, to be less driven by appetite, she flops gracelessly onto a pillow and squeezes that. No no. Don't mind her. Go get dressed.
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To feed on someone she knows and thinks of with fondness seems more intimate than the kiss they shared just now. Her fingertips press into her lips, and Paloma blinks rapidly as if that will hide her blown pupils. "Do you ... offer me this?"
She's uncertain whether she would have the strength of character to refuse.
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None of the other kine saw her for longer than a night, and rarely if ever that. Nobody who gave blood would recognize her name, or her face. Her memories of the feeding are always singular and unaccompanied. That intimacy has therefore only been one-sided. Unrequited and frankly sad.
"Nobody gives this freely before."
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"You see what I have done to that man, and you still ..."
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Paloma will just press a closed-mouth kiss to the hand she stole if he doesn't extricate himself, thank you. "It is not agony if your monster is gentle. I do not need to take too much." Her voice drops. "Would you sit with me?"
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Looks like the appropriate course of action is to let go of the poor man. She wiggles off the table and onto her bare feet, failing utterly to block out old blood and death's lingering scent. Finally, after avoiding them for so long, she peeks at his eyes. "You will forget comfort if we do this."
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He offers his arm to lead her upstairs to the office space, much more properly furnished with an armchair and even a chez lounge.
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"Pretty." Beauty's beauty. With that she twists and reclaims her arm, stopping at a length just before her fingers fall from Jekyll. Picking backward step by step, staring up-- maybe he remembers the hunger in her eyes when she led him to the tavern bed. This isn't dissimilar.
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"Please, you are the house master!" To gather the Beast more tightly, to be less driven by appetite, she flops gracelessly onto a pillow and squeezes that. No no. Don't mind her. Go get dressed.