( Probable outcomes: they never talk about this and shit is weird, they do talk about this and shit is weird, they don’t talk about this and go back to business as usual. She can dream, right?
The belt is tossed aside, and Sarissa’s breath is a long, slow rasp as Kol’s tongue moves over her skin, laps at her blood.
Her hand lingers at the button of his jeans, a cautious hesitations. She’s made some fucking assumptions already, just because of how they are, but—- )
You want more?
( Her voice is soft, hands resting at the button and zip of his jeans, and she tries to resist leaning back into him. Satisfaction felt laughable if they stopped here, but she’d live. Just about, anyway. )
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The belt is tossed aside, and Sarissa’s breath is a long, slow rasp as Kol’s tongue moves over her skin, laps at her blood.
Her hand lingers at the button of his jeans, a cautious hesitations. She’s made some fucking assumptions already, just because of how they are, but—- )
You want more?
( Her voice is soft, hands resting at the button and zip of his jeans, and she tries to resist leaning back into him. Satisfaction felt laughable if they stopped here, but she’d live. Just about, anyway. )