over him. “Please don’t. Shiv a bad guy or something. Take your anger out on someone you don’t like.”
“I don’t like Karsyn.”
“You like Karsyn!”
“Let’s stop talking about that annoying creature while I’m wanting to kiss you,” I say, mouth hovering over his.
“Then kiss me,” he says, lips upturned into the perfect little smirk. I lower myself until my lips press against his. He murmurs something as he pushes into me, mouth parting enough that I can feel just the brush of his tongue.
My fingers slide up his side, over the top of his shirt until I reach the very top button and begin undoing it. Even though we’ve been with each other for months and have known each other longer, I can tell he’s still a little uneasy being naked in front of me. I’m not sure if it’s because of me, or if he’s still just uncomfortable with himself. But it doesn’t matter how much time it takes, I’ll get him to understand that he’s gorgeous just the way he is.
I kiss a line down his chest as I reach the final button before sliding the shirt off his shoulders. He leans up and helps me pull the shirt free before dropping it on the ground.
“Orin isn’t going to barge in here and throw me out like they do in the teen movies, right?”
Finn snorts as he grabs for my shirt. “I’d think you could use your dog senses to hear when he’s home.”
“I don’t have dog senses!”
“I’m sorry, bat beacons.”
“That doesn’t make sense!”
“If you take your clothes off, everything will make sense,” he teases.
“At least that’s one thing you’ve said that I agree with.” I finish the final button before shrugging out of my shirt and dropping it on the ground.
“Turn around and bend over as you push your pants down.”
I stop what I’m doing and raise an eyebrow. “Why are you so weird?”
He looks aghast. “Because I’ve asked you to show me your booty? You ask to suck on my blood and lick my wounds and I have to be A-Okay with that but the moment I ask for a booty shot, oh my god, so weird.”
My eyes narrow since I feel like quite often he’s the one asking for me to bite him. “You make me sound abusive.”
“You are, for withholding the booty.”
What have I come to? What has happened to me? “Fine.” I turn around, unbutton my pants and push them down. “Happy?”
“No… I can’t say I am. That was… just sad. Where was the pizazz?”
“My butt has no pizazz,” I remind him as I turn around and take his pants before pulling them off so he’s naked before me.
He reaches for me and I know it’s a way to cover himself with my body. I’m not unaware of his tricks, so instead, I stay just out of reach. The prostheses remind him of a horrible time in his life, and I understand how hard it has to be to not think of that time when he’s faced with them. But I want to erase all of that, remind him that he can think of the good instead. So I slowly kneel between his legs, pushing his artificial leg up and letting my fingers slide from his hip, down his thigh to where the cap connects to his leg, before drawing my fingers over the cold metal to his toes. I know he can’t feel it, but I still want to touch every part of him.
I slide my hand down his other leg, then up his thigh before both hands reach his stomach.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“For having hawk eyes your vision kind of sucks. But I’ll love you anyway,” he teases.
“Maybe it’s your attitude that sucks. Ever think of that?”
Finn looks thoughtful. “Are you… are you using vampire puns on me?”
Now I’m downright confused. Interacting with this human generally leads to confusion. But I feel like kissing him might just solve everything, so I go for that. His fingers move down my chest to my waist as I draw away from him.
I reach down as my hand trails a line over his hard cock, but that’s not where my attention is just yet. His hand finds my hair and his fingers tighten, like he’s figured out what I’m doing. I push his right leg up enough that his knee is bent and run my fingers over him. I can feel the blood running through his leg. I kiss the spot before sucking on his skin, making him