[To her credit, she isn't eager to just dive right in at first presentation of a willing blood source. Sauntering over, she straddles his waist, spends a moment looking down at him with a mild expression, then cups his cheeks and kisses him, gentle and sweet. If only something like this could transmit the depth of how much she wants to help him, she thinks...]
I miss you.
[The confession is almost lost by how quiet it is, murmured into his throat after she finishes with his lips. She doesn't touch the buttons of his shirt just yet, deciding to wait until she's got him in a better frame of mind, but she's keeping close tabs on his reactions. Her hands perch on his shoulders while her weight balances on his midsection, covering him in a comfortable crush.]
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I miss you.
[The confession is almost lost by how quiet it is, murmured into his throat after she finishes with his lips. She doesn't touch the buttons of his shirt just yet, deciding to wait until she's got him in a better frame of mind, but she's keeping close tabs on his reactions. Her hands perch on his shoulders while her weight balances on his midsection, covering him in a comfortable crush.]