Half-leaned over, elbows on knees, she shook her hair back, the red waves falling to the floor, still sliding her fingers over that mark. She could feel it, barely, a strangeness in the skin there, and the way it troubled Vex. Her gaze flicked up to him at his teasing reply, holding on his face when he sent the others away.
“I’m not shy,” Summer said, sitting up to lean into his side. “What are you thinking, you gorgeous madman?”
The Mesmer relaxed as she leaned into his side, letting her get comfortable as he murmured a reply, “Oh nothing, love..” He loved the way she’d said that, with such affection; it wasn’t often he heard things like that. Leaning into her, he took hold of her wrist and moved her hand away from her neck; pressing a slow kiss into where she’d been bitten, he murmured, “Just that I’d rather I ‘ave marked you than one of..them..” He spit the word ‘them’ out with disgust, and then nuzzled her throat in an oddly affectionate way.
“I — ” Her words cut short with a half-swallowed moan. ” — wouldn’t give /them/ /leave/ to mark me.” A shiver went down her spine. “Obliterate it, Vex. Overwrite it, overwrite them. I don’t want that memory.”