[She nods, once, sliding closer to him. She's trembling everywhere but she can't stop if she tried. Silently she offers him an apology, knowing he'll never accept it but wanting to do it regardless.]
[Saya pauses just before her mouth reaches his neck, one long exhale to steady herself. And then she bites, as gently as she can, fangs slipping into vulnerable skin with near tenderness. One arm slips around him, instinct demanding that she keep him close as the hot blood flooding her mouth makes her shudder against him.]
[She wants to hate every moment of this. But she doesn't.]