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"Bite me."
"What?"
"Bite me," Misa repeated, shifting closer to Rem. "I want you to bite me while we kiss."
Rem tilted her head, sceptical. "I do not wish to hurt you." Misa laughed, bright and airy and totally unsuitable for the situation the two were currently in. She brings her hand up, cupping the shinigami's face and rubbing her hand over her cheekbone.
"You could never hurt me," Misa said, sincere, "Especially not with something like this." Her other hand draws up Rem's bony chest, coming to rest where a collarbone would be on a normal human. "So, please… bite me." It's silent for a moment as Rem considers this.
"If that is what you wish," Rem relented. "I will bite you."
Misa bites her lip at the acquiescence, an ironic move considering her request. Excited, she pulls Rem's face in, continuing where they left off in their passions (just kissing, as anything more could be dire, they're toeing lines as is). Rem, though still apprehensive, immediately sinks back into the motion, finding immense comfort in this closeness with the human. Misa's enthusiastic, her hands shifting so her arms could wrap around Rem's neck, one hand finding Rem's hair and tangling itself in it.
Spurred on by Misa's motions, almost unthinkingly, Rem takes the human's bottom lip between her teeth and bites down. Immediately, Misa yelps and pulls away, hands untangling themselves from the shinigami and flying up to her mouth. Rem is shocked for a moment before she realises what she's done. She can taste Misa's blood on her fangs. She reaches forward, ashamed, intending on cradling Misa and apologising, but the girl lowering her hands and tonguing at her bottom lip stops her.
Misa's mouth opens in thoughtful consideration, and Rem can see just how much damage she's done. Misa's bleeding, that's for certain, some of the fluid coating the model's own teeth. Her lip is an incredible bright cherry, rivalling the lipstick she was wearing (which has since been transferred to Rem's face). It's swollen, both from their previous actions and Rem's love bite.
"I'm sorry, Misa," Rem says.
"Do that again."
Rem's eye widens at the request. Misa's eyes have gone dark, hunger clearly present within them. Misa crawls forward, returning to her previous position holding Rem's head. Under her scrutiny, Rem almost feels the need to squirm.
"Do that again," Misa repeats, words barely above a whisper. Rem glances down at Misa's bleeding lip, considering. Then, saying nothing, she closes the distance between them, tasting metal as she obliges.