Snort. "Aw. I must've felt really safe - I usually wake up if I'm in danger..."

"They weren't any sort of challenge. Though I may need a little top off if you're willing..."

She shivers and tilts her head a bit. "Mmmm, I'd be up for that."

"Once we get out of town, then." Elana kisses the side of Lace's head.

"I'll finish breakfast, then."

Then after that, they can be on their way again. Once the town is behind them, Elana pulls Lace off the road into the woods.

She giggles and lets herself be swept away. "Should I take off my scarf?" she asks, voice breathy.

Elana caresses her face. "Unless you'd rather I remove it for you..."

Shiver! "Mmm, you do have such nice hands..."

She drops her hand from her cheek to the scarf as she brings up her other hand to grab Lace's hair. She tugs the scarf away, mindful not to damage it, and pulls Lace's head to the side gently, oh so gently.

Her heart rate picks up, a quickening thump in her ribs - her pulse is enticingly close under her skin when her neck's extended like this, the artery jumping.

Lace sighs, a little.

Elana lowers her head and plants a soft kiss on the artery as it pulses.

Then she bites

Mmmm whine!

And then the pain kicks in - it's like the life drain, almost, just centered on Elana's mouth on her neck ripping her throat open -

Her eyes flutter shut, and a small moan builds in her chest.

She stops at a point where a normal person would be almost but not quite dead, for this first try.

Lace heals herself a bit, before that - but she's gotten very, very used to skirting the edge of almost dead over the last little while, and Elana hasn't brought her particularly close for her own limits.

She sighs and heals herself just enough to be conscious and coherent and not bleeding out, but still wrapped in a sore achy pain, when she senses Elana stopping.

"Do you like that?" she whispers.

"Mmm, yes."

"Good." She tugs at Lace's hair. "You taste nice."

Heeeee. "Awww, thanks."

"Mmm. I want more of your blood..."

She tilts her head a bit more, stretching out her neck invitingly. "Please."

Chomp.

Mmmmmm!

She wiggles a bit, keeps herself skirting the edge of just conscious enough to appreciate what's happening to her, sighs and moans and provides an apparently unlimited fountain of delicious blood.

Elana will quite happily lose more than fifteen minutes in this pursuit.

Such good!!! She has a very happy, relaxed Lace by the time she's done. Her smile's a bit dreamy.