She smirks once his pants are undone and tugs them down only low enough to give her full access to the bone at his hip. Eyes watching him, she lowers her mouth and, just like over his heart, bites hard enough to pull a little blood. She licks the blood slowly before murmuring, "I could always go back up and leave your pants on, pet."
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Date: 2009-06-20 02:06 am (UTC)