He couldn't help with the awkwardness, he had kept himself away from other people, from real interaction for so long that he had almost forgotten how to do it properly. More than almost. But he was trying to keep himself in check, trying not to scare her off. But there were times where he slipped up. Sometimes he drank too much and would stare at her too long, not at all masking the deep, dark desire in his eyes. He knew he should stop doing things like biting her, marking her, claiming her, even if she hadn't told him not to. Seeing those bruises on her neck calmed him a way he couldn't quite explain, like reassuring to himself that she was his. No matter who she undressed for, what she did at work, she was his, no one else's.
He had to be careful though. If he let on too much, she'd hate him, just like every other woman in his life and for some reason the thought of that...really bothered him. He didn't want her to hate him. But he tried not to dwell on it too much. It would happen eventually, and he would deal with it when it did like he always did.
Still, those dark thoughts were eased, at least momentarily, when she opened the door, her soft voice drawling. "Hey yourself," He muttered softly.
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Date: 2010-05-12 03:44 am (UTC)He had to be careful though. If he let on too much, she'd hate him, just like every other woman in his life and for some reason the thought of that...really bothered him. He didn't want her to hate him. But he tried not to dwell on it too much. It would happen eventually, and he would deal with it when it did like he always did.
Still, those dark thoughts were eased, at least momentarily, when she opened the door, her soft voice drawling. "Hey yourself," He muttered softly.