Amelia knew exactly what she was doing to her fiancé. She could feel the pressure of his erection against her thigh, the way his breath was hitched and the way his blood pulsed through his veins. She had always been able to tell when he was turned on. The fact that he had just spent and entire showering washing her had given him more than enough time to start those hormones rolling. And now, with the way she so expertly teased him, she knew he was more than worked up.

At his words, she couldn't help but giggle lightly. It was so fun to tease him. He made it so easy. Though, if he were smart, he might tease her in return. She could hardly resist him when she was as worked up as he was. She couldn't help the way he made her feel. "...but you enjoyed it." She could still taste his blood on her tongue and it made her almost groan with need â€" but not the sort of sexual need he was feeling. She needed to feed and she could feel it. The smell of his blood and the taste of it on her tongue made her want him so desperately. But she would not feed from him. She had to save his blood for when she really needed it. Now was not one of those times.

As she put her hair into the towel, she didn't intentionally do so to tease him. However, she had strategically placed her bend so when he turned around, he would be greeted with her bare backside. And as she slowly stood up, she could hear his groan. She smirked. Slowly, she turned towards him and took a few steps until she was standing in front of him. She allowed her lips to take his in a hungry kiss as her hand went to pat that area of arousal hidden just beneath his towel. "But it will be such a lovely death." He laughed lightly before she stopped all contact with him, enough to surely make him groan.

She stepped towards the vanity and looked at herself in the mirror, eye-balling the bullet wound and sighing softly. She wasn't sure if this wound was going to heal right or not. It looked far more terrible than it actually felt.

Removing the towel from her hair, she brushed through her brown locks before she picked up the hair dryer and began to blow-dry her hair. Normally she might dress in a bra and panties before starting work on her hair, but the added benefit of teasing him was not lost on her. "What are your plans for today?" It was a nonchalant question, but Amelia was curious. She wasn't sure if he would be home for dinner or if she should plan her day around him being home. She had a feeling he didn't want to leave her in his current state â€" but duty called every now and then.