"Almost done, you're almost done my love, just a little more—"

If he had a heartbeat it would definitely also be speeding up.

It is no longer talkative Yvette time, this is just for screaming and thrashing.

And then, of course, it ends, and her heart gives a last, shuddering stop.

She bursts out of her husband's arms and lands several feet away in a neat crouch, freezing in place with surprise.

...okay that went from awfully anticipatory to intensely hot.

"Love?" he asks, keeping his arms by his sides in a relaxed "they're not a weapon" posture that should register well enough to her new instincts.

She lets out a small huff of breath, and turns in place to look at him. Even to a vampire's senses, the time to see her brilliant smile is short...

... because in the next instant she has pounced and has him pinned beneath her and he gets to see the brilliant smile from up close.

"Hiiiiiiiii," she purrs.

Which of course knocks the wind out of him. "Light of my life this is incredibly hot but I think we should find you food before anything."

Okay, that one actually annoys her a little. Hss!

"Mmmmmno. I am the one with super strength here, I am the one who just had my pain tolerance ripped open and then put back, and so I will be the one declaring whether or not I'd like to eat first."

"........I'm sorry, can you repeat that? It sounded awfully like a lot of self-control you should not by all rights have."

"There is something I very much want and it is not what you seem to think it is!" she says, in a cheerful sing-song, getting to taking off his clothes. ... Without actually ripping them off, she's leaving them intact. "I love you very much and I'm very sorry for being such a bitch while I was turning! I would like to make this up to you immediately, and also being stronger than you is fun."

"...with the understanding that I will have to dismember you in case you go and, uh, start acting like a normal newborn at any point during this...

"...yes, carry on."

“Ha! You could try, love,” she banters, but it’s clear this is part of the game they’re playing, not actual hostility.

She is a quick study about how to be a vampire. She doesn’t know her own strength, but she knows that, and if she’s thinking about it, she can in fact avoid breaking anything she doesn’t want to be broken. This is mostly in reference to his clothes, she’s a bit more rough with him personally, and sometimes even by accident. His wife is very apologetic about any accidental roughness, and also all of the screaming, and also the insults, and…

… eventually she decides she’s done, smugly pressing a kiss to his neck.

“Okay, blood now,” she says firmly, in her same teasing tone. “Then you fetch me clothes so I’m decent.” She was much less kind to her own, already very ruined clothes. There wasn’t much point, so she didn’t bother. “And then I go meet our lovely daughter. Sounds like a plan?”

"Give me a second or twenty to recover here, love," he says, lying face up with a dazed grin on his face.

She giggles, then gives a dramatic sigh and settles in for cuddles. And waits. She guesses. Ugh, terrible.

“I wonder if I’m a witch,” she muses, because she needs to distract herself with something.

"Feeling any new senses? I will be very envious if all three of you are witches."

“Mmm. Don’t know, too annoyingly figure out right now. Hunting? …Please??”

James sits up and grins at her. "Of course, my love. Let's find you something to eat."

“Yes!“ she says, with a childlike enthusiasm, hopping to her feet. “No humans, check for humans, I bet I can kill something but I don’t want it to be a person.”

"There are definitely no humans, you would have noticed them by now."

Onto his feet and out to hunt.

"Ooo, okay, I was trying not to think about it too much. Seemed like bad senses to fall into without a spotter."

Okay, yes, hunting! Having him to supervise her is apparently all she wanted, because now she can figure this whole 'hunting' business out on her own. She can, if she tunes into her senses instead of her shifting whims, pick out a nearby critter's heartbeat. It is a deer. That deer dies. Messily.

"Wow, okay," she says, making a face over its drained corpse. "Ew, and also, the instincts really do not handle table manners, do they."

"They certainly do not," he says, eyeing her blood-covered (and not much otherwise-covered) body with naked lust. Again.

She spots his gaze, giggles and winks, and then bounces on the balls of her feet.

"I'm going to try to do better," she declares, and then she darts off to eat another critter.

This one, she catches, pins, and then breaks the neck of before draining. She seems vaguely dissatisfied with this outcome, but it's definitely an improvement in the cleanliness department.

Bouncing while naked is. Sure something.

James follows after her, still grinning. "So, while that works, one good thing you need to keep in mind that your instincts won't tell you about is that you do not actually need to react to most things your prey will do. Our instincts seem more tuned to fighting other vampires, when it comes to anything like fight or flight, but with animals you can just pin their limbs and then not move at all, even if your instincts say that you should do something about their squirming."

“Oooo,” she says, delighted, and turning back towards him once her kill is drained. “That’s interesting! It makes sense that I can just not do anything about it, that didn’t occur to me. I actually wanted to skip pinning it and kill it right when I got to it in a neat way where it doesn’t suffer or have long enough to really feel fear, but that seems like it varies a lot from animal to animal.”