The bartender raised an eyebrow at the girl as she set a box on the counter of his bar. “You’re that Summer girl, right?” he asked absently, and then nodded as he stepped away to find his employer. Several minutes later, he returned, “Vex’ll be out momentarily.”
And several moments later, the Mesmer appeared, walking over to where Summer stood at the bar. He was dressed in his finest. “‘Ello, Precious,” he greeted, “Ya called?”
The Mesmer shrugged his shoulders, “It doesn’t matter, really, it just gets on my nerves sometimes, Precious.” He smiled and kissed her back, hugging her close to his chest, “I love you too, Summer.” He paused, lips moving to ghost over her neck affectionately, “And you’d know, even if you didn’t realize it as that.” The control. She enjoyed it during their ‘play time’, but it was feeding nonetheless, despite her probably not considering it that.
“Well, then,” she said, giving in to the glorious shudder that crawled up her spine, “unless you want to go knock them all silly for being so stupid, I hardly see why it matters. Eventually they’ll remember I’m not any more human, really, than they are.” She bared her teeth in a slash of a smile. “Even if they’re remembering it from inside a column of flame.”
Vex smiled, enjoying this side of Summer. “Alright, alright, love,” he agreed, kissing her neck and leaving an absent bite against the skin, “M’love you,” he said again, kissing over the bite-mark as his arms tightened around her, protectively possessive.
“Mmm, I know,” she murmured back, arching against him a little. “Do you want sweets now, or spice?” They could go back to simply being curled together like two lazy cats, but somehow she didn’t quite think that was going to happen. Not if he kept on kissing her neck right there, which he knew perfectly well would make her wild.