Midnight Boat Ride (Robert) - Bathtub Beach

She was grinning. From ear to ear, in fact. But she hadn't stopped moving. "For bringing me out here, to the pool. For being fun."

He laughed, the movement pushing him slightly deeper in her, "You are very welcome. Thank you."

She gasped quietly, moaning a little as her hands tightened on his shoulders. She couldn't help but smile, playfully... maybe a little bit wicked. "About that bite. You want or no?" She was in the water. That was about the point that she stopped caring... no offense. She really did like him. But... water.

He smiled, "I really do."

She continued to grin. And to move. She really was nice, most of the time, which meant that she let him see her, and the fact that she did let her fangs drop. It was so that it wouldn't be a total surprise. She leaned over, pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his throat, before she let her fangs slip into the juncture where neck met shoulder... not drinking from him, but letting him feel the pleasure that accompanied the fangs inside of him. Oh, right. Water. She wrapped her arms around him to keep him tightly against her.

Robert shivered as she kissed him and gasped as she bit into his flesh, the kiss overtaking him instantly. His mind reeled and numbed, it was like an intoxicating drug, so peaceful and wonderful. His body moved with hers reflexively, each new sensation causing fireworks in his mind.

She held him there, held the Kiss for much, much longer than what he was probably used to. But only because she was nice.