Summer curled into him, clinging tightly, kissing him back. Both arms went round his neck, one hand sinking into his hair. His warmth was a solid bulwark at her back, his love a solid strength in her mind. Wherever he’d come from, whyever they’d come together, so quickly, whatever it meant — right now it meant the thing she needed to hold on to herself. “Your /mouth/, darling,” she whispered.
“My mouth? I didn’t realize it had therapeutic powers, love.” Victor smirked then kissed at her jaw, licking at the corner of her mouth here and there then moving to nibble at her chin a bit. “Like that?”
Summer tilted her head back, closing her eyes. “Just like that. /Just/ like that, Victor darling.” She squirmed around until she was straddling his lap, instead of half-draped across it. “Tell me why you love me. All the reasons.” She bit at his nose. “Would it hurt, if you bit me?”
His hands went to her waist and he smiled. “I love you because you’re strong of mind, you’re strong willed, you care, you’re understanding, I can trust you and I can be myself around you, Summer. For that, I love you.” He cocked his head a bit and regarded her, “Well, it would hurt a little, I can be gentle, just graze the skin, or I can bite you. Either way, I promise you wouldn’t become a vampire. Why?”
“Oh,” she sighed, “the stories all tell like it’s some kind of bliss, so your, um, victims don’t want to run away screaming. It was a stupid idea, really.”