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The kiss, I'll admit, startled me, but not in an unpleasant way. Actually, I couldn't stop thinking about it; the way his lips felt against mine, surprizingly warm, and soft.... I leaned in the doorway, and listened to the water lap against the side of the bathtub as he cleaned himself. It was only when he stepped out of the water that I turned to look, noticing â to my embarrassment â that he was minus a towel, preening the feathers of the most beautiful wings I had ever seen. How could he possibly think so little of himself? I realized that I was staring and turned away abruptly to hide the flush of deep red that covered my face, ear to ear. It was unbecoming of me, but now all I could think about were his lips. I wanted them again; and for a Psionic Vampire, that's not always a good thing.
When he stopped infront of me in nothing but a towel â one of the softer plush towels, I noticed â I averted my gaze again, letting myself bounce slightly on my toes as I tried to release the pent up energy; but I found that keeping my hands to myself was harder than I had thought. He thanked me again and I swallowed hard, shaking my head. "It's nothing. The least I could do. I'm sorry, though; making you run your own bath like that.... I just thought you deserved it. I don't know... I.... I'm rambling. I should shut up." And with that, I swept away to go search through one of my bags that had been brought up only moments earlier. There was something in it that I had bought for myself, but it hadn't fit properly. It was silk, and it wasn't exactly fit for outdoors.... But maybe he'd like it. I brought it to him and held it out at arms length, dropping my head to hide the blush behind navy hair. I knew it wasn't working. "Here. Try it on. If it fits, it's yours."
And, experimentally, I leaned in to steal my kiss back from his lips.... It was something different for me to kiss someone without the intent to feed off their energy... but... I liked it. I liked it.... And I had to stop, because I knew that Lord Yona would tell me I was taking it too far. He's a Pet, not a Mate. And he was never intended to be anything more than a Pet. I was a Lord now â I could have any other Psionic Vampire woman I wanted.... Or man. Because I swung that way. And only that way. It was rediculous of me, whatever my sexuality, to want someone who was given to me as a present to be used as a toy and nothing more. But just because a manufacturer made a child's toy with an intended use didn't mean the child would necessarily use it in that way. That thought was comforting in and of itself.
The kiss, I'll admit, startled me, but not in an unpleasant way. Actually, I couldn't stop thinking about it; the way his lips felt against mine, surprizingly warm, and soft.... I leaned in the doorway, and listened to the water lap against the side of the bathtub as he cleaned himself. It was only when he stepped out of the water that I turned to look, noticing â to my embarrassment â that he was minus a towel, preening the feathers of the most beautiful wings I had ever seen. How could he possibly think so little of himself? I realized that I was staring and turned away abruptly to hide the flush of deep red that covered my face, ear to ear. It was unbecoming of me, but now all I could think about were his lips. I wanted them again; and for a Psionic Vampire, that's not always a good thing.
When he stopped infront of me in nothing but a towel â one of the softer plush towels, I noticed â I averted my gaze again, letting myself bounce slightly on my toes as I tried to release the pent up energy; but I found that keeping my hands to myself was harder than I had thought. He thanked me again and I swallowed hard, shaking my head. "It's nothing. The least I could do. I'm sorry, though; making you run your own bath like that.... I just thought you deserved it. I don't know... I.... I'm rambling. I should shut up." And with that, I swept away to go search through one of my bags that had been brought up only moments earlier. There was something in it that I had bought for myself, but it hadn't fit properly. It was silk, and it wasn't exactly fit for outdoors.... But maybe he'd like it. I brought it to him and held it out at arms length, dropping my head to hide the blush behind navy hair. I knew it wasn't working. "Here. Try it on. If it fits, it's yours."
And, experimentally, I leaned in to steal my kiss back from his lips.... It was something different for me to kiss someone without the intent to feed off their energy... but... I liked it. I liked it.... And I had to stop, because I knew that Lord Yona would tell me I was taking it too far. He's a Pet, not a Mate. And he was never intended to be anything more than a Pet. I was a Lord now â I could have any other Psionic Vampire woman I wanted.... Or man. Because I swung that way. And only that way. It was rediculous of me, whatever my sexuality, to want someone who was given to me as a present to be used as a toy and nothing more. But just because a manufacturer made a child's toy with an intended use didn't mean the child would necessarily use it in that way. That thought was comforting in and of itself.