One of the things that Liliya found to be slightly... one could say irritating, about cell phones and texting would have to be the people who found it necessary to use all capital letters when they sent things. Normally that was limited to older people - though thankfully Maureen was not one of them - or really excited younger ones. Lizbeth was apparently always excited because every single text that she had sent so far was in all caps. Every single letter. Perhaps it was just a little extra irritating to her right then, she was normally capable of dealing with it since Lizbeth was delicious, because she was hungry. And had not had her angelic. Without that her mood danced on the edge of a very fine wire and the littlest of things... she'll be here soon, then I'll be taken care of. A quick rub at her temples and she was back to her work. She could get a little bit more done...
During the day she would not have been able to hear the sound of someone walking, there were too many people doing it, but this late she could. She still did not look up from what she was doing. The scent of Lizbeth wafting in was highly distracting. She actually lost her train of thought! I am far too hungry.
"Come over here." It was not a question, not even close, and said without looking up. She was not still actually working thanks to the scent of the angelic blood and the sound of that heart beating, but at least it looked that way. Her chair was pushed back away from the desk as she tapped the desk. "To be exact, right here." When Lizbeth reached her she breathed in deeply, going so far as to lean in. Sometimes it was like scenting a bouquet of flowers, only far better. And yes, she knew that she had told Lizbeth to sit on the desk, but it only took a moment for her to change her mind and tug the redheaded witch into her lap. Her hand went up to brush back her hair. On each prior occasion she had taken the time to kiss the skin on that neck before biting, but today? Today she opened her mouth and dug her fangs right in, groaning as she felt the hot blood pour into her mouth. She gulped hungrily, fingers digging into Lizbeth's shoulders to keep her there, like there was any risk of her going anywhere. Don't take too much, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. That was, more than anything else, what stopped her from drinking. A delightful little rush went through her veins and she shivered at the soothing feeling that came with the blood. "God but I needed that," she whispered. Not a thank you, she did pay for this, but an admission. A little prick to her lip with a fang and she spread the blood against the wounds she had made so they would heal. "Didn't take too much, did I?"