fayyebaker:
“There’s a blood bank in the resort,” she mutters in a somewhat pained tone. Faye was trying her best not to complain about the transition, not only was she the one who chose to do it, but she just never liked showing pain in general. Her hands ran through his hair, feeling that heightened sense of touch starting to kick in.
“I forgot all about that. I wasn’t really paying attention when they told me all that shit,” he explained quietly. He licked his lips as he felt her touching him. He guessed the shift was starting. “I’m gonna let go of you for a second and I’ll just call the mansion. They can bring us some,” he told her before he let go of her and rolled over. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he remembered. He ordered more than a few pints of blood knowing that she’d be hungrier than she anticipated. Once that was done he moved back to holding her. “It’ll be here in about twenty minutes. You think you can wait or you want some more of mine?” he asked as his fingers rubbed up and down her back.
