good. good, really good.

His head is already swimming a little with it.

She breaks another finger.

It's different (just as good) without the anticipation.

He actually moans outright this time. He can feel his finger touching the back of his hand and just the fact that sensation should be impossible is incredible. 

fuck, you must have done this before...

Not on a live target!

He's her first, then. That's good.

The first broken finger is already trying to fuse again, bone twisting under the skin.

She straightens and sets it and breaks a third.

The setting bone fuses together quickly, but at the site of the break (right around the knuckle) something odd happens -- a sharp, wicked point of bone grows through the skin, which heals around it like it's meant to be there.

He doesn't really have time to notice this, himself, because she's breaking another one and that drowns out everything else. He doubles over, this time.

fuck fuck fuck it's good

She sits down on the floor, guiding him down after her into her lap. She considers him with a nigh-angelic expression and then drives a knuckle into his solar plexus, hard.

He wasn't going to be able to remain standing anyway, so it's a very good thing that she's decided to sit them down.

He relaxes for a second -- and then suddenly there's pain, pain, pain, and he tries to gasp but his body seems to have forgotten how to breathe.

He chokes on nothing at all, arching back in her lap.

She pets him, monitoring him carefully until he's back in control of himself.

As soon as his diaphragm stops spasming he gasps in air, coughing a little before he can get his breath under control.

His second finger has started to noticeably heal, and that break is also growing a sharp spur.

"How do you feel about moving this somewhere where it doesn't matter if we get messy?" she murmurs.

"Yes. please."

It's a little bit of an effort to speak at the moment but he manages it.

She hoists him up (she's surprisingly strong for a girl her size, but not so much that an extra mutation is needed to explain it) and half-carries half-drags him to the dorm showers.

Need help getting undressed?

His fingers have healed by the time they make it there, and he's...mostly recovered from the hit to the solar plexus. Enough to actually stand up, at least.

i've got it.

He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the side.

hopefully nobody walks in here.

Pants next.

She gives him a speculative look and then starts unbuttoning her dress.

That's a weird look.

what's that face about?

He doesn't take off his underwear yet. Can't be naked before she's at least mostly naked, that's weird for some reason.

Deciding whether or not to undress.

...oh.

that's pretty hot.

He finishes undressing.

And their clothes can go somewhere clothes-convenient and they can go in a shower stall.

Edie eyes the spines coming out of his knuckles speculatively.

He flexes his fingers a little.

"Yeah, these...happen."

He draws one gently across his throat – just the surface of the skin – and a few beads of blood well up in the scratch. He figures that'll be a good demonstration.

She smiles and bends to press a kiss to the bleeding scratch. 

And then opens her mouth and very deliberately sets her teeth against his throat.

His breath stops for a moment.

Most likely, she can feel his pulse start to pound under her lips.

(Nobody has ever done something like this to him before -- something so intimate, animal --)

He nods, minutely, just enough for her to notice.

She bites.

Hard.

His throat gives way easily under her teeth.

He gasps raggedly. He can feel his blood pouring down over his chest.

(He will identify this later as the moment that he fell in love.)

It doesn't take long at all before he staggers, putting his arms over her shoulders to keep from falling down entirely.