T R Y S T
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A sigh escaped her lips; did he have to be so damn difficult? Tryst stormed up behind him, her breathing still shallow and quick from their escapades.
"You're welcome,"
she muttered, dropping to the ground beside him. She raised both dark optics to stare at him.
"Did I bite too hard?"
The femme was exhausted, her muscles strained from dragging him along. However, she was going to go find out what that blood smell was. Whether he came or not.
"Darketh...I'm finding out what the hell it was we smelt before. You coming?"
That was about as close to an apology as this feya got, as she shook her head, before standing once more. She gave his ear a quick lick, almost a Sorry I was an ass before padding back towards the metallic tang that had tainted the air: Blood.
||Tryst||Female||Teen ||Pupless||Packless||Mateless||PixieEclipse||
|