and then this tag got lost in my inbox and i had to hunt it back down.
It certainly says something about her and Bill's sex life when she's conditioned to expect fangs and is, for the briefest of moments, confused by the lack of feeling fangs pressing into her flesh. But it's by no means anything she's going to complain about, especially not while lying naked under him with her back pressed into the sheets. Finally. No more holding back, no more cold showers and having to leave the room before she gives into temptation - they can just do it. Whenever they want, without consequences.
When she throws her head back in the middle of their lovemaking to give him better access to her neck and collarbone, she expects to be staring at the stark white of the ceiling and dull tones of the wall behind her - not the ghost of a vampire she saw go up in flames.
She stills her hips beneath him, hands gripping his arms in a way that's not because he's pushing her to the edge. "Eric. Godric."