She looked at him, broken and confused. Minerva didn't understand why he was still here. He should be making excuses - running away from the monster that she had become.
Gideon managed to make her cough out a chuckle. "Harder than that? You really do have a fetish for fangs," she told him, exhaling in disbelief.
Minerva closed her eyes again, and he was touching her soft and tender. Like she was a woman and not some bloodsucking creature that had just made his mouth bleed.
She leaned into his touch - just wanted the contact. To feel someone who cared that wasn't her parents or family.
Minerva managed a smile. "Slow's never been part of my vocabulary before," she murmured. His voice was soothing - confident and Minerva felt her teeth disappear back up into her gums. She sighed, relieved.
A tentative brushing of lips - soft, teasing. Minerva wanted...
"I don't want to hurt you," she whispered, afraid.