[But but but WEEEEEIRD! (Not a lot of vampires in her bar) Her protest is lost in his mouth, and she finds that she doesn't really care. It's been two aching weeks and the only thing she wants is to feel him. Her hands grip his waist, pulling him closer. She hears the ding of the elevator but ignores it as irrelevant until he pulls away. She scowls at him with a little whimper of protest. What is he doing?!
Oh. Right. They've reached their floor. She can't help laughing a little at herself -- the combination of exhaustion and arousal is its own kind of intoxication -- before yanking him back in. She backs out of the elevator, lips locked against his, unwilling to concede an inch of ground.]
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Oh. Right. They've reached their floor. She can't help laughing a little at herself -- the combination of exhaustion and arousal is its own kind of intoxication -- before yanking him back in. She backs out of the elevator, lips locked against his, unwilling to concede an inch of ground.]