[ It reminds her so much of-- her past self. Her human self. That time period in her life feels like so long ago now. The most forbidden act-- to offer oneself up to a vampire.
But who had ever said that it was wrong or forbidden? Yet for a pureblood to do such a thing... ]
I...
[ Her mouth closes and she stares for a moment, quiet and unsure. He is kind. Too kind. She shifts, then. Crawling nimbly up him, she sits to his side, a hand pressed to the tree behind him. Her opposite lifts to gently trail a finger down his throat, before tugging the fabric down. Eyes upon his, she doesn't blink before leaning in close, her mouth dipping toward his neck.
Her lips brush against his ear as she whispers. ]
You smell good, Stiles... [ A soft breath against him. Her hand finds his to pin it beside his head. ] Good enough to eat. I'm a pureblood vampire. The most dangerous of all. [ Does he fully comprehend that? ]
Are you so sure that you should casually offer yourself up like this?