( honestly: caroline isn't the first person to start licking blood off of him. but he's pretty sure previous occurrences were trying to be sexy. this isn't about appearances, or licking shit off to be annoying. caroline holds onto his arm, watches him for a moment and dips her head down to drag her tongue against it. hungrily. it's fucking weird to stop and think about, but it's too late to consider regretting it now.
teeth press in and bite through skin before jason can really open his mouth to complain about it; there's. curiosity, because this bit is definitely new to jason. a weariness, the deep seated anger that never fades; anger at some asshole for dragging in a little (vampire?) girl and leaving her fucking starving on their doorstep. anger that shit like this still happens. but there's no fear. no hesitation. not even a spike of pain. her teeth are longer, sharper, but he purposefully gave her the meaty bits--jason's taken enough damage to sharpen his pain tolerance and this shit really doesn't bother him.
then pleasure which. is enough to throw him off. takes that curiosity and warps it into confusion as muscles tense a bit, but he doesn't pull back. loosens once more after he's had a moment to adjust to it. )
The hell do they put in those teeth? ( murmured soft, not enough to startle her off but enough to be heard. ) 'cause I've gotta say, I've dealt with a pretty wide array of drugs but definitely not something like that.
( he relaxes, a bit. counts breaths, counts pulls from her mouth and keeps tapping the fingers of his free hand against his thigh every few moments. tests for movements, for dizziness. twitches the fingers of the hand she's drinking from, too--just in case. but jason won't start bitching unless he catches onto any adverse effects. )
no subject
teeth press in and bite through skin before jason can really open his mouth to complain about it; there's. curiosity, because this bit is definitely new to jason. a weariness, the deep seated anger that never fades; anger at some asshole for dragging in a little (vampire?) girl and leaving her fucking starving on their doorstep. anger that shit like this still happens. but there's no fear. no hesitation. not even a spike of pain. her teeth are longer, sharper, but he purposefully gave her the meaty bits--jason's taken enough damage to sharpen his pain tolerance and this shit really doesn't bother him.
then pleasure which. is enough to throw him off. takes that curiosity and warps it into confusion as muscles tense a bit, but he doesn't pull back. loosens once more after he's had a moment to adjust to it. )
The hell do they put in those teeth? ( murmured soft, not enough to startle her off but enough to be heard. ) 'cause I've gotta say, I've dealt with a pretty wide array of drugs but definitely not something like that.
( he relaxes, a bit. counts breaths, counts pulls from her mouth and keeps tapping the fingers of his free hand against his thigh every few moments. tests for movements, for dizziness. twitches the fingers of the hand she's drinking from, too--just in case. but jason won't start bitching unless he catches onto any adverse effects. )