Risque peered into cavern of Darcy's bloodied mouth, eyeing the gaping hole that remained where his broken tooth had been, a hole that went right to the exposed bone of his skull. This along with inflicted wounds would normally fascinate the sanguineous vampire in every facet. Yet it seemed somehow wrong to see her mate, in such in this particular state. Yet that one jagged and bloodied fang that once was a proud part of his weapon-like mouth was nestled within the safety of her fingers, a figurative trophy that he had overcome his fear and remained victorious against yet another enemy. It had been the first time she took a fang from 'him'.

Even as she leaned to eye that gaping hole with a sharp assessing gaze, the scent of his blood permeating the air between them, she was still void from that usual stirring inside. Didn't so much as generate a malevolent spark to spur her usual nature. Interesting. Her cowboy simply waited patiently for her assessment, as if curious of her appraisal of it. As if anticipating as it was as bad as a 'big hole'. Perhaps that was accurate. The look of that wound within his mouth was distinguishing, she supposed was what won out as her description, oui. How quickly her lover was to question that unusual response and its usual flair. That distracting gap snagged her very gaze to it whenever his lips parted to speak. "Is it not? It's bigger than I thought it would be. I wonder if this is a trait specific to you or your subspecies. What was it that you expected me to say?" She questioned then, peering into those mismatched eyes with flicker of mild confusion even as she remained entirely comfortable and content upon her perch of his quiet lap. His short-lived temper tantrum a fortunate thing of the past and yet it was a new side of her lover he had not outwardly shown her before. It was the calm that stretched out between the mated pair that paved the way for that honest and intimate setting between two lovers that was wholly unique to them. Her pale gaze lowered to eye the bloodied tooth once more, her mind considering the intricacies on how long it might take for someone of his age to regrow another. That peculiar desire to.... aid him clawed within their bond once more. He was hers, her mate. How it had come to possess meaning to her even if she could not quite define it.

Even though they found a peace, he needed to feed to spur the healing of that fang. It was hardly an illogical next step, to send him off to do just that. That night was... odd enough, perhaps she should have left it at that. Her cowboy merely nodded in agreement before mentioning going into the basement to secure a meal that would not survive. After all, his meals rarely did.

"Non." The feline-queen halted him with her words, sharp and definitive that matched the fierce look within her eye. She would not allow him to feed off some feeder this time. She simply refused to release him in such a state, to pick off the weakened remains of the dying like some... vulture. No, she wanted her mate strong, to recover faster. To make a statement clear to herself and any other. Perhaps she should have let that natural course run its course. Yet her intricate mind seemed to hone and focus on a strange new urge she could not name. Risque was many things... but selfless was hardly one of her usual descriptors. Yet this seemed different as most things did that pertained to him.

Darcy's attention strayed, oblivious to her inner war, as if thinking of something that had begun to irritate him before she offered those words, a soothing lure that drew his focus intently upon her. Her blood would heal him faster. That much was a fact. What she proposed was far different than any love bite or anything she had offered him before. This was offering him her blood to heal. To heal him for no other purpose. To give and not receive. In that pivotal moment, those pale, hypnotic eyes observed him and his every nuance, noting the way that hunger that seemed to spike at the prospect of what she offered. She could see that dark eternal hunger lurking seductively behind those eyes. Could not miss his piqued interest.

Her gaze lowered to trace the quirked lips that formed into a slight smile, that mood had once more shifted into something neither of them could name. Control was one thing she did not anticipate. That unique restraint he employed to her alone, seemingly steadfast. In his pause, she offered her own hint of playfulness to act. A catalyst to cause him to move instead of simply staring at her with that peculiar knowing smile. The she-devil lowered her hand from upon his chest as she sat up straighter to give him space to move unrestricted, maybe that was it. Maybe he was waiting to be let off his leash? How his smile only continued to grow that she could not understand, it wasn't his usual. Why was he looking at her like that? "You look like the cat who received the cream and you haven't even bitten me yet." She prodded and still her controlled cowboy remained. Was he not hungry? He always was. She had even seen that gleam in his eye.

A slight frown, barely a delicate pinch of her usually flawless features settled neatly upon her brow. Her eyes shifted from one mismatched eye to the next, searching. What did he seem to know that she didn't?

Just as she was about to shift, his hands found her waist as he smoothly leaned forward with confident purpose. Risque was hardly concerned of what was to come, she was not mere prey. How she intimately knew the feel of those teeth buried within her throat, even welcomed it. But that did not mean there wasn't a certain anticipation, like thickness in the air before a rainfall. She did not expect those lips to find her own so soundly.

His lips were a pleasant sensation she didn't turn away, as she welcomed the taste of him and his bloodied mouth upon hers. Her tongue gently slipped into his own after a moment, to brush against every pointed fang like her fingers had earlier. Right before she found that bloodied gap with a slow sensuality that provoked his fingers to tighten upon her hips as hers were placed upon his strong shoulders. It was at that point their kiss would normally catch fire and yet even as it deepened it, it was still controlled, passionate in its own design. She did not anticipate the way he so abruptly pulled back, just a breath away. Her name upon his lips with such emotional reverence that caused her dark lashes to flutter open. She enjoyed the sound of her name with his southern drawl when it possessed more than a name, betraying so much in something so simple. It seemed to linger, enveloping them before he let his head to finally lower and his soft, recently kissed lips easily found her waiting throat. It was a natural thing to tip her neck to allow that access to that sweet, showering of attention to her porcelain skin. His fangs began to tease across the sensitive spot upon her neck that made her want more of his touch despite the promise it held. She was unable to even notice the missing one by feeling alone, that one tooth would certainly do little to hinder him.

His southern accent broke the quiet, the anticipation. 'I know', he claimed obscurely, a declaration that caused his breath to caress her exposed skin. Whatever that meant. "Mmm?" She questioned, almost too distracted to care and yet.... His lips pressed once more to a distracting kiss to the exact spot where she knew his vein was. Perhaps that's what he was declaring. A warning that he had found that perfect spot to lay purchase.

But she didn't anticipate the words to fall from lips so clearly that it sliced through her. It took barely a stunned moment to pierce through the haze. Her mouth parted at the ready to react to his sudden declaration of her love for him.

Retaliation surged through her like adrenaline, in a riled urgency that usually made her seek out control. His name was hanging from her tongue like a curse before he uttered that warning not to flinch, a demand that only stirred those parts that had been slumbering. She barely only got the first letter of his name off his tongue before his fangs silenced her in one smooth motion as they slid and buried into her neck like they had made a home there, inside of her.

Words that were never uttered turned into an involuntary moan, both in protest and welcome. The striking burst of blinding pain that could wake the dead, rioted against everything in her nature before it bloomed, teetering into some obscure personal pleasure. Without the friction of their bodies.... This felt entirely new. It was oddly calming after that initial burst, but also awakened her to every sense. Awareness spiking to every nerve ending. All of those wicked urges that he provoked were kept at bay by his wicked bite. The tightness of his grip tugged her to him like he craved for an impossible closeness and how she felt it too.

Her body pulled flush against him in an embrace that had her effectively pinned to his toned figure and had her sinking into him, closing her eyes as an intimate, serene bliss curled around her. Each familiar fang that pierced her neck was a figurative tap that sung its willingness to fill him. This was different than a mere taste. Different from the sex fueled brutal bites that matched their state of passion. The conflict of emotions that fired within her pushed further and further away until it was all but distant whispering drone. She did not merely remain there either as one hand rose to the back of his head, tangled in his dark locks. Not restricting, not controlling, simply lost to the sensations, needing to hold onto something as he fed or sought to pull him closer. It was impossible to know. Only that her body caved into the sensation as her mate fed.

His bite that usually spurred them into oblivion, stunned her, a balm to soothe what she often fought so fiercely. His teeth refusing to leave their personal sheath within her neck, holding her to him. How could that monstrous Ravager's bite that could maim and destroy bring such ease to such a fickle and complex creature? It was like he could swallow her whole with each pull of that rushing powerful lifeblood that she had allowed him to have as it was drained from her, that recent warmth from her meal had dissipated. When his feeding slowed, she could not help the sigh that escaped her, sluggish to return to her senses and disentangle from him.

Her pale eyes bore into him after his tongue sealed those marks. His words could have been imagined but there was no forgetting the distinct way he had said it. Love.. he claimed on her behalf.. those forbidden words she was unable to say to him in the same way he had to her. Her eyes narrowed to a pointed glare through the thick haze of a heavy cloying silence as her blood stained his mouth, her neck still aching from the spot her claimed. The feel of his fangs that were absent but she could still feel it like a phantom. Just like she could replay his words with perfect clarity. He probably felt more than good as his body began its rapid repair.

The she-devil's hand moved to press against his chest as if she wanted to rip into it, her hand clutching at his shirt just above his heart as if mirroring some distant urge to kill him, perhaps...That urge to strike, to push him away from emotions she couldn't even begin to understand... and yet she waited in this conflicted weakened state of her own. She struggled against that calm he brought on her. How she tugged upon her ire. "Wow." That telltale sign that there was clearly something wrong stitched within her words. Yet... she couldn't say the word... even though it was not what she latched onto. "How could you say that?" She drew in breath, the scent of her blood filling her nose even though her body remained mostly lax. "I... do not flinch." She enunciated every word as if that was what she was going to say all along.

"After how many times you have used your fangs on me... Darcy.. Truly." Those accented words fell from her lips although there was more in what she didn't say... the true reason. "I am not capable of flinching. I am.. " She paused... Her lips twitch, her face paler from the blood she had offered her mate. Yet this was not true anger, even he could tell the difference.

"I am so mad at you right now. I ban you from... talking. No. Worse. You lose remote privileges for.... As long as I say.." Well.. now she was just getting petty. Surely he could not see beyond, all that she revealed in what she did not say.