Blood fetish (Nekozawa/Haruhi) part 2/2
"Ne, are you curious?" he purred into her ear.
Haruhi became rigid. Could he read her mind now? "What?" her voice sounded strange.
Haruhi turned to look at him as he let out a quiet hiss. A grin unlike anything she'd ever seen before spread across Nekozawa's face. He pulled her close again, but this time she felt a slickness on her wrist. She looked down to find his blood on her arm. Again, that voice told her to get the hell out and never look back, but she stayed rooted to the floor.
His fingers lifted to her mouth. "Go ahead, princess, try it."
Tentatively she guided one of his fingers into her mouth. She gently slid her tongue over the digit, cleaning it of the crimson liquid. Haruhi shot a glance up to Nekozawa as she slid the next finger in and saw that his eyes were half-lidded with a shit-eating grin on his face. Without thinking she grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to her level and kissed him. "Perhaps," she thought, "I got my snack after all."