( forearms, because it's easier to tug that away if need be than if he lets her get her teeth into his neck. jason's apprehensive, angry but it's never at caroline; it's a background thought, never-ending because he's always angry at something. angry at the fuckers who trapped them here, trapped her here without a food source that wasn't her fellow displaced. but there's the underlying pleasure from the bite, too. it's fucked up, spikes the apprehension, but jason doesn't move away. twitches fingers every few moments to make sure they're not falling off, but.
he trusts her enough. she pulls back, licks the last of it off and jason waits until she's entirely done to move his arm back to his side (knees bent for balance, the slight wooziness that comes with bloodloss is a little difficult to hide) and rubs the gloved palm of his opposite hand down against bitemarks. )
Gimmie a minute, and I'll give you a ride back to the safehouse.
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he trusts her enough. she pulls back, licks the last of it off and jason waits until she's entirely done to move his arm back to his side (knees bent for balance, the slight wooziness that comes with bloodloss is a little difficult to hide) and rubs the gloved palm of his opposite hand down against bitemarks. )
Gimmie a minute, and I'll give you a ride back to the safehouse.