He kisses her deeply and passionately, hardly giving her a chance to breathe. Silver mist flows from his mouth to hers, filling her lungs, and somehow it's like the magic sex fangs but without the pain - he can touch her lifeforce this way, stroke it, cradle it, make her overflow with pleasure.

Oh.

Wow.

YES.

He's so glad she likes it.

She. So. Incredibly. Likes it.

Vampires are not subject to the limitations of mortal men. He can keep going like this for a while.

Oooooooh.

Eventually, he kisses her again and breathes himself back out of her and snuggles up at her side, nuzzling her shoulder.

"You're so warm," he murmurs contentedly.

"That is a trait that human beings have, yes," she says, snuggling back.

"It's nice." Kiss.

Kiss. "I'm glad. That was lovely."

He laughs and pets her hair.

Mm.

"--Oh, hey, what was that--spark thing--at the beginning?"

"The what—? Oh. You were pregnant," he says.

"...Yes, that was why my parents locked me up in here."

Pause.

"Were?"

"You aren't anymore."

"Oh. Awesome."

...he laughs. He kisses her.

Kiss. "What, did you think I wanted to bear a child conceived like that?"

"Well, no. It's just - the way you said it." Kiss.

Kiss. "Oh?"

"I don't know, it was funny!"

"Huh, okay."

Snuggle.

Snuggle. "Now I wait for my next period and convince my parents of the miscarriage, I suppose."

"Yeah, you could do that."