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Autumn doesn't exist in Bangkok, but Thame feels it coming with how her body changes. It’s attuned to the spiritual aspect of it, she supposes, with how it’s nearing halloween, and by extension, the full moon.
She and Po are cuddled up on the couch together. There’s a movie playing on the TV that Thame isn't really paying attention to; she feels too restless, too out of balance, to focus.
“This movie is kinda boring,” Po comments, as if reading Thame’s mind. She’s good at that, like terrifyingly good. She might as well be a vampire, too.
Thame hums. “It’s the full moon soon,” she offers as a topic change.
Po sits up. Thame feels the loss of her warmth and instantly misses it.
“Will you be going back to the dorm or are you staying here?” Po asks.
Thame pretends to weigh her options. “I’m staying here, phi. I just have to let Pepper know.”
“Okay,” Po says, then she falls silent.
Thame frowns. Maybe she jumped the gun just a little.
“I should’ve asked if it was okay with you first,” she tells her. “Sorry, if you don't want me to stay, I can—”
Po shuts her up with a chaste kiss. Thame gapes at her when she pulls away and leans in to kiss her again, but stops when Po places a hand on her shoulder.
“What was that for?”
Po smiles, in a way that makes Thame’s chest flutter. “I had to stop you from saying something stupid.”
“Then…” Thame trails, tilting her head, eyes darting between Po’s eyes then dropping to her mouth before meeting her gaze again. “I think I’m about to say something stupid again. Will you stop me?”
“You’re ridiculous, babe,” Po laughs.
Thame pouts and scoots into Po’s space to bury her nose in the crook of Po’s neck. Her scent is stronger here, right on her pulse point. Thame could drown in it for days. Po brings her hand up to rub along the line of Thame’s arm, humming absentmindedly.
This is nice, really nice. Thame almost falls asleep like that, but then Po is peeling Thame off her, and Thame whines at the loss of her girlfriend again.
“You hate me and you want me to die,” Thame complains.
Po snorts. “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to shower together, but nevermind.”
Thame perks up like she sprouted dog ears and a wagging tail. “Ask me.”
Po rolls her eyes fondly. “Wanna shower together, baby?”
Thame grins widely. “Yes, absolutely.”
Po mirrors her grin before getting up, extending a hand to Thame, who takes it and laces their fingers together. She tugs Po to the bathroom, tasking her with setting the water up while she prepares their clothes for after.
When Thame re-enters the bathroom, she strips her clothes off and joins Po in the shower, whose back is turned to her. She kisses Po’s shoulder, earning her a soft, relaxed sigh that makes Thame give her another. Thame’s kisses trail up to the column of Po’s neck, where she lightly drags her fangs on Po’s skin. Po’s breath hitches, and Thame hums.
Po turns around to face her. Thame’s hands fly to her waist, squeezing a little.
“Will you need to feed,” Po asks, which sounds more like a statement than anything, “during the full moon?”
“No, not really,” Thame tells her. “I can control my hunger, so I probably don’t need to.”
Po hums, nodding. She assesses Thame for a second, then she opens her mouth to speak. “But if you need it, you’d tell me.”
Thame’s gaze drops to the side of her neck with her pulse point, then she drags it back up to meet Po’s eyes. She gulps. “Of course,” Thame says with a slight rasp.
Po smiles. “Now turn around, I’ll wash your back.”
They take turns washing each other. Their laughs echo on the bathroom tiles when they both make silly shapes with the shampoo foam on their heads. They stumble to the bedroom when they’re done, helping each other get dressed.
After they finish their skincare and brush their teeth, they both sit on Po’s bed facing each other, legs crossed, knees touching.
“Why did you ask me about feeding?” Thame asks her.
Po shrugs. “I’m just curious. And I want to be prepared for anything.”
Thame nods. She drops her gaze to their laps, her fingers finding a stray thread from Po’s pajama pants. She toys with it for a second, twirls it in her finger, then snaps it off.
“Do you want me to bite you?” Thame asks in a quiet murmur. “Feed from you?”
Po’s hands twitch on her lap. Thame shoots her gaze up at Po. The air around them becomes buzzed and thick. Thame inhales sharply to make sure she’s still breathing.
Po meets her gaze, dark eyes holding a ton of emotions all at once.
“A little,” Po admits. “Okay, yes. I want to know what it feels like. I want to know if you’d like how I taste.”
“I like everything about you, phi,” Thame pauses, then adds, “do you have a biting kink or something?”
Po tilts her head. “I’d like to find out.”
Thame runs her tongue against her teeth. “Let’s find out together, then.”
“Later,” Po pauses, “now though, you kiss me.”
Thame smiles, and kisses her.