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He remembers being hungry for all of it before. Greedy and wanting. Even at the start of it, when he found out about the male human type form, he'd stalked and pried for more, always more. He couldn't help himself in those days, and part of that washes over everything now, after all this time. And yet it's her voice that tugs him back to what was really going on, what had been going on. Things were different now between them, and no matter what his body is telling him, what hers s telling him, he's wary about it. Hadn't they just started to go in a good direction again? Willing to try to fix what they had into a friendship where they could get to know each other again? What if this only messed that all up again?

Quinn messed most things up, and even though there was no one there to hold him back, he still has so many reasons to be hesitant. How many times did he need to endure the pain of his feelings being torn into pieces? He was not good at this, at knowing where to draw the lines. He does think too much once his mind has gotten ahold of something. He worries at it like a dog to a bone. His eyes close at the touch of her fingers across his chin, the feeling of blood being left in little red lines there. Then she was kissing the corner of his mouth, down under his jaw to his neck, and he doesn't make a move to stop any of it. It feels good, and while he wishes he was stronger than this, he doesn't think he really was.

It was so easy to fall back into this, or even into just the primal parts of it. That's where he was at now, and the gasp he makes is nearly a moan when she bites down on his collarbone. His hips flex up of their own accord, and his hands grab at her hips to hold her close. Then her shirt was off and thrown aside, and his hands crawl up her sides and along her ribcage to dig in, wanting to leave little cuts that perfume the air with her own blood scent. It had always driven him crazy before, the smell and taste of her blood. Then she was kissing him again and he doesn't hold back, leaning into it, nipping at her lips, one hand reaching up to curl fingers in her hair to grip it, and a minute later to pull her head back so he could kiss and nip down her neck.