I am thinking about the sound your mouth makes when you open it and run your tongue along the veins at my wrist. Such tiny sounds that anyone would miss, but I can hear them perfectly.
Of course. That must be why I can't hear myself. Nothing else exists when I'm so close to you. Just the sound of your heart beating, and my own racing to keep up.
Truly under my spell, aren't you? I hear it all, like a drum in my head. I hear your mouth water for me, my blood flushing your cheeks. Sometimes I'm certain I can hear how badly you want me.
Oh, you have never had issue with being eloquent, my love. Merely trouble when it comes to actually getting your words out. That I will take the blame for.
I will not take the blame for starting this, though! It is you who gave me cruel words and the flash of your teeth when you know damn well how distracting I find you.
( The wait is terrible for his nerves; did he ruin the moment? Sexting is so complicated. )
Your sincerity isn't in question, Lestat. It isn't your fault that it's difficult for me to accept. You know how I am... forever wondering the reason why things are the way they are.
[ He didn't mean to send that, he was trying to type it out in a different way that didn't seem quite so short, but these goddamn phones with their send buttons being right next to the backspace button and his nails being slightly too long when he first wakes up-- ]
You do not need to explain yourself. I mean it, I am glad to hear it. It wasn't a slight, I wasn't teasing you. Half the game is chasing you, capturing you like a butterfly in my net... but the other half of that joy is letting you go again, papillon. I like to watch you struggle and think, I like to watch your mind work, even if I don't always like where it ends up. I love the wonder in you, and the doubt, in equal measure.
Besides, we both know how easily I could charm someone into loving me blindly.
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Fiend.
It's difficult to admonish someone who enjoys it as much as you do.
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When you call me such sweet things, how can I resist tempting your reprimanding?
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I don't. Do I? Really?
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I wish you could hear it. Surely you feel my pulse speed up?
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You tease. Saying all these things to me here when I am far from you. Does it make you braver, the protection of this little screen?
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I would remind you that you started this.
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I will not take the blame for starting this, though! It is you who gave me cruel words and the flash of your teeth when you know damn well how distracting I find you.
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I suspect that you might actually be in love with me.
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I could attempt to craft a more erotic answer for you, but that one is the truth.
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I'm glad to know you finally believe me.
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Your sincerity isn't in question, Lestat. It isn't your fault that it's difficult for me to accept. You know how I am... forever wondering the reason why things are the way they are.
It feels like a miracle.
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[ He didn't mean to send that, he was trying to type it out in a different way that didn't seem quite so short, but these goddamn phones with their send buttons being right next to the backspace button and his nails being slightly too long when he first wakes up-- ]
You do not need to explain yourself. I mean it, I am glad to hear it. It wasn't a slight, I wasn't teasing you. Half the game is chasing you, capturing you like a butterfly in my net... but the other half of that joy is letting you go again, papillon. I like to watch you struggle and think, I like to watch your mind work, even if I don't always like where it ends up. I love the wonder in you, and the doubt, in equal measure.
Besides, we both know how easily I could charm someone into loving me blindly.