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It hadn't taken Sam long to figure out what she wanted an slip it all together. In all she looked quite dashing, maybe dresses weren't her thing? No matter, Sam looked good with whatever she decided to wear anyway. Vincent was shocked when she came to stand next to him at the window, his hair pulled up an her neck exposed freely to him. A heavy sigh escaped past his pale lips an he turned to look at her "I know that but I just do not want to make it seem like that is the only reason I kept you around" He paused for a moment but when she insisted once more he didn't refuse.
Vincent took a step closer to her, the suns rays engulfing both their bodies as he reached out a hand to stroke her cheek an then cradle it, using his other hand to wrap around her waist as he made aim for the same puncture spots he had made last night. His fangs sank into the night before's wounds with ease an her blood came rushing to him once more, although this time he was more gentle, taking slow an soft drinks from her throat as his hand that cradled her cheek began to stroke it again lightly with his thumb.
The blood from her vein's was so sweet it almost sang to him as he slowly pulled away from her neck, although with a large feeling of reluctance as he kept his lips to her neck after his fangs were removed, his tongue reaching out to catch the few drops of her blood that ran down her neck. Vince then couldn't help but move his lips to press against her forehead lightly, almost as in a thanking gesture more than anything. Vincents hand released her cheek but his opposite arm still held her waist, not wanting her to stumble like in the dungeon.
Vincent took a step closer to her, the suns rays engulfing both their bodies as he reached out a hand to stroke her cheek an then cradle it, using his other hand to wrap around her waist as he made aim for the same puncture spots he had made last night. His fangs sank into the night before's wounds with ease an her blood came rushing to him once more, although this time he was more gentle, taking slow an soft drinks from her throat as his hand that cradled her cheek began to stroke it again lightly with his thumb.
The blood from her vein's was so sweet it almost sang to him as he slowly pulled away from her neck, although with a large feeling of reluctance as he kept his lips to her neck after his fangs were removed, his tongue reaching out to catch the few drops of her blood that ran down her neck. Vince then couldn't help but move his lips to press against her forehead lightly, almost as in a thanking gesture more than anything. Vincents hand released her cheek but his opposite arm still held her waist, not wanting her to stumble like in the dungeon.