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There was no sign that Jenny cared at all what Dahlia was feeling, once she was eating. She didn't even care about the tight grip on her hair, where she might have complained on a night when she wasn't in such a desperate state of her own end. She was too hungry to care what the brunette did to her while she drank. She was singularly focused on the task in front of her, on the coppery sweet tang of the taste in her mouth, the satisfaction of finally being able to feed, after watching Ginnifer drink that tall glass of warm blood right in front of her.
It was difficult for Jenny to refrain from biting a little harder, a little deeper, at just the thought of her sire. Of that way that she'd been snubbed in the kitchen, in favor of Koen, snubbed by Ginnifer not for the first time in the last few years. She'd been counting slights, storing grudges, for a long time. But if she started taking all of her frustrations with Ginnifer out on Dahlia, if she let that anger bubble to the surface, she was liable to kill her, and the blonde was just as quick to ease up the pressure of her bite just as she'd been quick to bite harder. She would have self-control, if nothing else.
With all of the drugs coursing through Dahlia's veins, and by proxy into Jenny's system within just a few seconds of initially biting her, it was admittedly getting harder to stay mad, as well. Her brain was lighting up like a series of bright circuits. It was a little like flying for her as well, when the drugs first hit her anyway. She'd never done cocaine, even as a human, and she had no first-hand experience to compare to a second-hand high, but it was.. something. It was distinct, and it didn't make her giggly like the blood of a fae or other such creatures, but she was fond of the taste it added to normal human blood, the taste she associated with Dahlia, and it made the blonde vampire feel good all over, made her feel even more focused.
It was a struggle not to keep drinking greedily from the same site, but she pushed herself to have that self-control, the blonde forceing herself to pull her face away from the brunette's thigh before she did drain her dry. She'd been looking every bit the part of perfect before Dahlia had arrived, but she could already tell that her perfect hair was a tousled mess, partially hanging in her face, partially with Dahlia's fingers still roughly tangled in it. She kept a cold hand against the brunette's stomach, looking up at the other woman with a faint smile and feeling a bit of blood dripping onto her chin from her lower lip. She was quick to suck at her lip, licking it away hungrily, before crawling up the bed a little more to hover over the practically gyrating blind woman beneath her.
"Not getting too light-headed?" she inquired, though she bit again without actually waiting for the answer, still too eager to care as she sunk her fangs into the flesh of Dahlia's side. She could scarcely ever choose just one place to bite her, but she tried to keep it near or below the waistline, even when the brunette's neck (and her shoulders, her wrists, her collarbone, basically everything that was off-limits) always looked so tempting. She didn't disobey direct orders, and her orders were to keep her marks out of sight, no matter how daring drinking from Dahlia made her feel. She'd gladly make due with what sites she could get her lips around.
Her hands, gone from the brunette's stomach, were sliding up the pale skin of her torso instead, pushing up Dahlia's shirt with practiced precision as she kept her lips and teeth latched just above her lovely client's hip-bone, drinking enthusiastically.