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Jasper and Eva are at their most comfortable in the intimate darkness of their haven. She loves kissing him. Each touch of her lips to his is a sweet promise that he is worthy of romantic love. He's still not sure what good he's done to have Eva fall in love with him, but he's given up on asking why. Sometimes love doesn't make sense.
Kissing turns to lovemaking, which always involves biting. It doesn't have to, but neither of them can resist tasting the other. It's something they have in common. When Jasper's teeth break Eva's ivory skin, he can taste flowers and moonlight in her blood. She tastes him in kind, delicate fangs slipping into his flesh. His blood used to be bitter, but it has sweetened considerably over the past few months. Her breaths and cries fill the underground space. He growls with pleasure.
Afterwards, they lie together, nude and breathless, limbs tangled. She rests her head against his chest, listening to his insides rumble with the remains of his blush of life. Their skin is sticky with sweat, drying Vitae. A dim reading light is their only illumination. Their shadows are cast theatrically against the wall.
“I’m proud of you,” she says quietly.
He makes a confused little sound. “Mm?”
“You’ve come a long way since I first met you, and… I’ve noticed that… you haven’t hurt anyone in a long time.”
“Oh. Yes. Well… I haven't had to.”
“Mm,” Eva sighs.
“I don't like hurting people,” Jasper reminds her, “so… it's good. I'm trying to stay out of trouble, even if trouble keeps finding me.” He laughs once, his tone dry.
“I appreciate that,” Eva says in a low voice. She notices Jasper's neck is a bloody mess. His wounds are closed and gone, but Vitae remains on his skin. In her enthusiasm to feed from him in the heat of the moment, she's left a mess behind. Well, she can't have that. She hates wasted Vitae.
Eva pushes herself up his body a little and tilts his chin up. Jasper doesn't resist. Eva begins to clean his neck with her tongue, taking long, careful licks. Jasper exhales slowly, and the rumble from his chest sounds more like a purr than a growl. When Eva has finished cleaning to her satisfaction, the licks turn into kisses. She trails her lips up his beautiful jawline and to his lips. They kiss deeply. He can taste himself.
They wish they could stay just like this forever.