Lissianna looked uncomfortable as she made the admission, but her words made Greg grin and he assured her, "That's perfect, too."
"Perfect for what?" she asked curiously. "Wait and see," was all Greg would say.
"Okay, open."
Lissianna dutifully opened her mouth. She sat on the kitchen counter, wrapped up in a fluffy white terry-cloth robe, feet swinging and the sash of her robe tied around her eyes so she couldn't see as Greg slipped a spoonful of some unknown food into her mouth. Lissianna closed her mouth as he drew the spoon back out, then swished the food around with her tongue. Whipped cream, cherries, some sort of cake...
"Mmm," she murmured, almost groaning with pleasure. Lissianna swallowed the cool creamy substance with a pleased little sigh, then asked, "What was that?"
"Sherry trifle." Greg's answer came from in front and a little to the side of her and she heard the snap of the re-sealable container as he put the trifle away.
"Oh," she said with surprise, then shook her head. "No. I remember sherry trifle, and it was never that good."
Greg chuckled and Lissianna heard him shuffling things around in the refrigerator, then a brief silence before he said, "Okay, open again."
She dutifully opened her mouth again, then gave a start as he slapped a blood bag into her teeth.
"You were still looking a bit peaked," Greg explained with a chuckle, and Lissianna wrinkled her nose at him. It was the third bag of blood he'd fed her this way. It was once they'd reached the kitchen that Greg had announced that he was starved and had dragged her down to the kitchen for a feast. Lissianna had then explained that he probably needed blood because of biting her.
He hadn't believed her at first, until she'd explained that when he'd bitten her, he'd taken in her nanos and that while they would eventually die out and his body would become balanced again, in the meantime the extra nanos would be consuming blood at an accelerated rate. That, combined with the fact that his body was--and would continue for a while--going through blood at a higher than normal rate, meant that he would need to feed.
When he'd asked if she, too, might not need to feed since he'd taken blood from her, Lissianna had reluctantly admitted that she did. She'd feared he would insist on hooking her up to an intravenous, but he hadn't. Greg hadn't wanted her to be out of commission while she fed any more than she did. He'd lifted her up onto the counter and blindfolded her with her sash, then proceeded to pop two bags onto her teeth one after the other. The first bag had been a bit messy, but Greg had cleaned up the mess he'd made, and the second bag had worked much better. He'd gone through three bags himself as he fed her, and still he'd claimed to be hungry once he'd finished, claiming he wanted something he could chew on.
Lissianna had tried to remove her blindfold and slip off the counter then, but Greg had insisted she stay put and begun this game they were now playing. He was eating as well as feeding her a little of almost everything in the kitchen and, much to Lissianna's amazement, she was enjoying the food. She'd enjoyed the chili he'd made the other day and had joined him in eating it then, but had thought that was a onetime sort of deal caused by never before having eaten that particular food. However, this morning she was enjoying almost every single thing she sampled and a lot of it Lissianna had tried when she use to eat, but she didn't recall it tasting as good back then.
'There." Greg removed the bag from her mouth, and she heard the rustle as he threw it away. "You look much better. How do you feel?'
"Good... but then I felt good before the bagged blood, too," she said on a laugh, then stiffened briefly in surprise as his hands slid inside her robe and around her waist.
'"Yes, you do feel good." he murmured, pressing a kiss to her chin and allowing his hands to run up and down her na**d back under the terry-cloth robe.
She felt his breath on her lips, then his mouth covered hers, and Lissianna opened to him, sighing in the back of her throat as he stirred a slow lazy passion in her with his tongue.
When the kiss ended, Greg asked, "Do you know what?"
"What?" Lissianna said on a sigh. She lifted her hands to cup his shoulders as he feathered kisses across her cheek to her ear.
"I feel absolutely fantastic."
Lissianna smiled faintly. "Do you?"
"Oh yeah." Greg moved in closer, stepping between her legs and urging her forward until her br**sts brushed against the hair on his chest. The sensation was somehow more erotic with the blindfold on, her tactile sense seeming heightened to make up for the loss of sight.
"I think I already have some of that extra strength and stamina you guys all have," he told her, pressing her a little closer.
"We'll see," Lissianna murmured, and reached up to remove her blindfold only to have Greg catch her hands.
"Uh-uh," he said mildly. "We had a deal. I'd feed you the bagged blood on your teeth so we didn't have to waste time with an IV, but in return, you had to stay blindfolded until I say so."
Lissianna hesitated, then let her hands drop back down, a slow smile curving her lips. "Well then," she murmured. "I guess I'll just have to feel my way around, won't I?''
"Feel your way around what?" Greg asked with interest.
Smiling, Lissianna forced him backward as she slid off the counter and reached out until her hands brushed against his bare chest. She splayed her fingers over his warm flesh, then ran them down until she found the top of his jeans.
"Oh," Greg breathed, as Lissianna undid his jeans.
She bowed her head to hide her smile and eased his jeans down off his hips. As she had in Debbie's bedroom, Lissianna knelt to finish removing his jeans. Once she'd pulled them free and tossed them to the side, she felt Greg's hands take hers and he tried to urge her back to her feet, but Lissianna resisted and tugged her hands free.