[His wrist? Heart pounding thick in her chest as he, so similar to home, offers himself up, her gaze falls to the steady pulse she can hear and see thrumming beneath the skin. A sirens call more potent than anything else in the Earth.
She doesn't hesitate.
Fingers wind round his wrist, tight yet careful as she advances, forcing him backwards with her small weight but considerable strength. Pinning him to the ground below, her long hair falls to either side of his cheeks, while she tears down the collar of his jacket, impatient to expose the pale flesh beneath upon the opposite side of his neck of the tattoo she's so familiar with, matching the design of her bracelet.
Tongue flicking out, she shudders as she leans down to slowly drag it along his neck, salty skin only the smallest tease of what awaits below, better than any sort of ambrosia or elixir. Then, she stops, hovering above that particular part of the neck she knows so well, breath warm against him as she breathes. The tip of her fang brushes his flesh, long with anticipation of what she knows is to come.
Her fists curl upon him. With a great, shuddering breath she forces herself back up, body aching with denial, to look him in those silvery eyes. Her own swirl, red tinting the chocolate pools exposing her emotions and desire so clearly.]
Zero's blood... [A soft pant, nose to nose with him as her eyes dance back and forth between his.] I'm going to take it again, then.