An audible gasp was heard as Liam pulled her back to him again for another passionate embrace, her body meeting his wants eagerly in an attempt to reawaken the bond that had gone idle over his years away. The times of uncertainty and doubt; the times of loneliness and loss; and the times when nothing but the darkness felt like consuming her until there would be nothing left, only the memories of his loving words to her helping to buoy her mind back to the place where light and sanity had once been. They were all being gently washed away with the compassion that was held in his kiss to her, stronger than any other that he had given to her previously and all the more sweeter because of it. His nails fell delightfully across her exposed flesh, sending shivers of pleasure crawling down her back, making it arch from his touch. Hetah's breaths came faster and her tongue more so enthusiastic to feel the hot, moist confines of his mouth which it had craved to feel again, his own tongue against hers creating a blissful joy all on its own. She moaned softly against his lips, uncaring to the one audience member who was witnessing their display of affection. He pulled away a moment later, cheek soon pressing fondly against her own.
Her eyes changed at his words, no longer a dull grey but a bright molten silver, a color that they hadn't been in years, since the last day she had seen him. Eyes that comprehended love, generosity and sensitivity. More than just the animistic want to live and survive, or the anger and bitterness that came to those who lived alone for far too long. Then she saw the bracelet and her bottom lip began to tremble slightly. "I thought you had forgotten..... I..I th-thought you didn't love me.... any-m-more when you never came b-back.... I thought..." A single tear rolled down each of her pale cheeks, gathering moisture at the tip of her chin, as she whispered, "I thought you found somebody else...... I'm sorry...." She had. She had so badly that it had turned her cold, for why else would he leave her for so long when he was to come back so soon? When he hadn't, she had written but no replies ever came from his always being moved around and the letters never reaching him. When he hadn't, she had contacted friends who were only to be reported as dead months later. When he hadn't, she had waited. And then she had been told that he was dead and everything just fell apart. But then she found him, she did, she found him after so long of others telling her that he it was futile... long after she had started believing them... but he was talking to a girl... calling her Ma'am and kissing her hand and that experience was just too familiar for her to bear...
Hetah buried her face into his neck, deeply breathing in his natural musk, the scent of his skin, the taste of his blood, the feel of his hair and the sound of his thumping heart. She wanted it. She needed it. And he had given it back to her fully, even after her losing hope in it. Her eyes shut as she felt another tear come free and splash against his back as a small drop of moisture. "I love you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him loosely enough not to cause pain, yet tight enough to show her eventual reluctance to let go. Silently, she completed the sentence with a thought vow. "...and I will never let anyone take you away from me again..."
Then, somewhat abruptly, the air shifted and the vampire girl beside them was standing, inquiring about the other man who had been left to his own devices while Liam was being tended to. Her tone was seriousness enough but contained an underlying streak of sarcasm for which the words were chosen and on any previous occasion would have made Hetah bristle. Instead, she pulled her arms out from around Liam's neck and regarded her coolly while he thanked her for her reminding him, and then hurriedly left to search for his companion, leaving the two women alone for some moments. Though the girl stayed no longer than she had to, for a brief second offering out her hand to Hetah in a beckoning manner as if asking if she wanted some of the blood that remained smeared on her fingers. With no time to respond to the mockery, the vampire wiped her hand free of the liquid and left the room, leaving the demi-Siren alone. She smirked slightly at the retreating female's backside. She hadn't tasted the sweetened blood when she had the chance, wasting it on her clothes instead, and now it was going to be much harder for such an opportunity to arise again. On that positive note, she began to straighten up the bedroom, a small, ever present smile tugging at the corner of her lips in memory of his kiss and the touch of his skin on hers.
