And there he was, biting on her arm like nothing else mattered in the world and Ruby leaned back almost pulling him with her until her back was flat against the couch back. In a strange way it still felt good to have him where he was, drinking from her, satisfied, connected in a way she knew she would miss if it was taken away. And really did it need to be taken away? Was it just possible that they could keep this up. Just them, sharing this, Sam using his abilities to make her feel completely and utterly loved, completely his.
A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her unexpectedly as she finally gave in to the fact that much as she feared what she was doing to him by indulging the habit, it was also true that she liked it, craved it as much as she craved him. Contact, feeling. He'd give her what she wanted as long as she helped him by giving him her blood. She knew this was bad, knew it completely, But all the same, just for now. Couldn't it be good. Couldn't it be just Sam and nothing else matter.