She wrinkled her nose when he flicked it, scrunching it up, her eyes twinkling mischievously, and glowing with something far deeper. In her own, far less demonic way she desired him, too. Five years! Five years she had been with him almost every day, and she almost felt that she had been detoxing for the past months.
Almost? No, she had.
But now she was an addict being shown her poison and told she couldn't have it. It hurt. It burned.
But not as much as it would burn him.
It was monumentally unfair, a strange, karmic, vampy Catch-22.
But as big a part of their relationship as the sex was, it wasn't all off it. And it was...kind of nice to spend some time talking. Not that they hadn't done that before, too.
Taking off the bonnet she had around her hair (which was already up in a rather tight bun), she pulled back and snapped him with it, laughing triumphantly.