[Aurelia will one day grow used to how simple affection makes her thoughts blur, but for now the blood-drunk euphoria has her eyes going blank as Ann shifts beneath her, only to burst into giggles as warm breath brushes over sensitive pointed ears. It’s easy for her to settle closer to Ann, her body shifting into her embrace as she’s maneuvered about. Her weight barely noticeable as she shakes her head, trying to focus through the giggle fit brought onto her. ]

Yes, I enjoyed myself and you most thoroughly. You are… like a warm pastry, with a spiced filling. Delicious… and your blood is so sweet. So very sweet.

[She’s being very literal, and she can’t resist nuzzling closer to Ann and darting her tongue out to lick away some of the blood still staining her shoulder. A low moan escaping her as she does so.]

I have not tasted emotions so lovely in so very long… not since… since…

[Ever, though she distracts herself long enough trying to remember the last time she fed on emotions that weren’t fear that she loses her train of thought and looks back up to Ann with a smile.]

Yes. I did.