'Are you sure it's the sugar that's making your heart race?' Damen replied with the smallest hint of a smile.
He'd only had two pieces himself and was already well aware that thrum of breath and blood was neither from the chocolate nor the wine. This version of Laurent, this possibility was a heady thing.
He leant toward the table once more, considering for only a moment before choosing a small chunk of cheese. He slide his arm further along the chaise when he turned back to Laurent, his fingers brushing past Laurent's shoulder as he again offered to those parted, wine-stained lips. 'I should worry,' he said before Laurent could lean in fully. 'You might get used to this.'
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Date: 2016-09-09 05:27 am (UTC)He'd only had two pieces himself and was already well aware that thrum of breath and blood was neither from the chocolate nor the wine. This version of Laurent, this possibility was a heady thing.
He leant toward the table once more, considering for only a moment before choosing a small chunk of cheese. He slide his arm further along the chaise when he turned back to Laurent, his fingers brushing past Laurent's shoulder as he again offered to those parted, wine-stained lips. 'I should worry,' he said before Laurent could lean in fully. 'You might get used to this.'