[Especially under the influence of the blood, his reaction didn't go unnoticed, and she perked at his groan. She hummed, nuzzling her face against the curve of his back and wrapping her arms around him while she's still dangling. Conveniently, both of her hands are free and she smoothed them over his stomach and southward.]
(Sam's steps faltered when he felt the press of her lips to his back. Heaven help him, he was only human, at least he hoped he was human. His hand grabbed hers as he felt them skitter over his stomach. )
I... shit... you don't want me, Velma... I know you can multitask... (He remembers)
I don't want you to hate me tomorrow, you understand?
There you go... Ass-uming again. [There's a teasing note in her throaty voice, the distance between her and the temptation of Lucifer aiding in her own mental clarity. Too bad the blood had her focused on a different hunger.]
Words are not what I want you to put in my mouth sir.
[Her lips continue and she bit him again, though this time it's less violent and more of a rough drag of teeth than anything.]
[To be fair, Velma is a pretty ridiculous person sometimes, and Lucifer's blood hadn't helped one bit in normalizing her. A surprised noise departs her when she's placed back with her feet on solid ground and all the blood that had pooled in her head rushing back south, leaving her lightheaded and a bit unbalanced. She reached out and placed her hands on his chest, gripping the fabric there.
In the end, it's his words that furrowed her brow even as she stepped closer to him, for balance.]
You like me? [She shakes her head and released him, only to start trying to get out of her formal attire, at least enough to show him one of several tattoos she had now.] I'm not possessed. I can prove it. There's this tattoo...
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Any other night... (muttered softly)
Velma... how about we talk?
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We can talk first. Or during. I can multitask.
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I... shit... you don't want me, Velma... I know you can multitask... (He remembers)
I don't want you to hate me tomorrow, you understand?
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Words are not what I want you to put in my mouth sir.
[Her lips continue and she bit him again, though this time it's less violent and more of a rough drag of teeth than anything.]
Why would I hate you?
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I like you, Velma, and I know that you think you want me now but I respect you too much to take advantage. Do you understand?
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In the end, it's his words that furrowed her brow even as she stepped closer to him, for balance.]
You like me? [She shakes her head and released him, only to start trying to get out of her formal attire, at least enough to show him one of several tattoos she had now.] I'm not possessed. I can prove it. There's this tattoo...