He was careful not to go too deep as she arched into the scalpel, watching the blood well up with a clinical eye. He closed his eyes for a moment as she rubbed her entrance against him, gasping and shuddering at the sensation and rocking up against her.
"I don't know..." he said, opening his eyes again. Now he sliced downwards from the place where the two cuts met, a perfect 'Y' as in an autopsy, though just barely breaking the skin. They wouldn't scar, he was sure.
"I've never...it feels so real," he admitted. He tossed the scalpel away, pleased with his handiwork, and slipped his fingers around her neck, bending to kiss her again as he rocked against her with growing eagerness.
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Date: 2009-06-15 08:18 pm (UTC)"I don't know..." he said, opening his eyes again. Now he sliced downwards from the place where the two cuts met, a perfect 'Y' as in an autopsy, though just barely breaking the skin. They wouldn't scar, he was sure.
"I've never...it feels so real," he admitted. He tossed the scalpel away, pleased with his handiwork, and slipped his fingers around her neck, bending to kiss her again as he rocked against her with growing eagerness.