Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-24487330-20140702230705

Sanguis' reactions weren't too severe, but anything was better than disapproval in his current position. At the same time, Camo knew she would get bored of it eventually, which meant he'd have to escalate somehow pretty soon. If only she could be satisfied with this; he was starting to get used to tasting her blood, not to mention being less sheepish about getting up close and personal with her.

Those thoughts put together gave the archer an idea of what to do next. Again, it would be a simple action, maybe too simple to Sanguis, but it might get him closer to his goal (or, more accurately, get her closer to hers, so to speak) without forcing him to do anything too discomforting. Her cut was still bleeding, and he used that to his advantage. Rather than applying his tongue, he kissed the open area and drank up some of her blood into his mouth. A bit of it threatened to dribble down his chin, but he released her leg to wipe it up with his hand. That gave him another idea to lead into his first plan.

The first thing Camo would do was switch hands so he could keep his dagger's cutting edge against the open wound, slowly shifting back and forth to keep it fresh, while he stepped in to get up close to Sanguis. He'd then offer his slightly bloodied hand to her, presenting her own vitals at chin level for her to imbibe. If she'd accept, that'd pave the way for him to give up the stuff he'd gathered in his mouth, and as one might imagine, he'd intend to do so with a kiss. His focus would falter if she played along with his spiel, digging the knife deeper into her flesh almost by accident. Not that she'd complain, one would presume...