[He sleeps for longer than usual, not typically able to experience anything restful with Gwi-Ma in the back of his mind. The warmth of another body is far more soothing than it had any right to be, Abby convinced he was still dreaming as he slowly started to come-to. He doesn't recognize the bed right away, lifting his head and giving an unflattering smack of his lips, bleary eyed and hair sticking up at odd angles.
And there Romance is, pressed into the ruined bed beneath him, flawless, despite being tousled by sleep. The memories bleed back in--Romance moaning his name, fangs against his skin... and a gentle, affectionate touch lingering over his heart.
Abby wonders what proper etiquette is here--does he slip out before Romance wakes up, or does he embrace what's there? Regardless of his decision, he takes in the sight of Romance, seemingly in a peaceful slumber...
Making a decision, Abby leans in, setting his lips against Romance's throat, just beneath his ear. There's an edge of teeth, and then a possessive bite, intent on leaving a mark that can't be easily concealed, regardless of glamour.
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And there Romance is, pressed into the ruined bed beneath him, flawless, despite being tousled by sleep. The memories bleed back in--Romance moaning his name, fangs against his skin... and a gentle, affectionate touch lingering over his heart.
Abby wonders what proper etiquette is here--does he slip out before Romance wakes up, or does he embrace what's there? Regardless of his decision, he takes in the sight of Romance, seemingly in a peaceful slumber...
Making a decision, Abby leans in, setting his lips against Romance's throat, just beneath his ear. There's an edge of teeth, and then a possessive bite, intent on leaving a mark that can't be easily concealed, regardless of glamour.
So much for keeping anything on the down low.]