( He's nearly through the bone, but Kirma's pleading pulls him from his concentration briefly. He hesitates before the next sawing of the blade, but he doesn't ignore Kirma's request— he adjusts his position so that he continue to cut Kirma's hand even as he presses himself closer. Side saddle, almost, his lips meeting the bodyguard's in the softest kiss he's ever given.
It's shaky, almost, heavy breathed, and much deeper. This time, there's no recognition of whatever foul taste might be lingering in Kirma's mouth. The smell of blood in the air has invaded all of his senses, so even his tongue feels like the wet warmth of it now.
Like this, cutting slows, but he's nearly through bone anyway. After that, flesh will be so much easier, again. In between the kiss, he whispers softly. )
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It's shaky, almost, heavy breathed, and much deeper. This time, there's no recognition of whatever foul taste might be lingering in Kirma's mouth. The smell of blood in the air has invaded all of his senses, so even his tongue feels like the wet warmth of it now.
Like this, cutting slows, but he's nearly through bone anyway. After that, flesh will be so much easier, again. In between the kiss, he whispers softly. )
I'm here.