[How many times have they embraced over the years with the intention of not just closeness, but of kissing like this? The vampire is sure that it is in the hundreds of thousands now, and yet every time feels like the first because of some little changed detail. The angle. The intent. Who's looking,
His mouth is soft and careful at first, but then at the promise of so much warmth, the gesture gains intensity. There is the ever-present undercurrent of mine but it is tempered with the sheer joy of just kissing her like this.
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His mouth is soft and careful at first, but then at the promise of so much warmth, the gesture gains intensity. There is the ever-present undercurrent of mine but it is tempered with the sheer joy of just kissing her like this.
Where would he be without her? Either of them?
When Alucard does pull away, he can only smile.]
My hearthfire.