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For a moment, John felt tempted to turn back and leave her to her privacy. Obviously, she had not expected for anyone to stumble across her, and she did not seem to notice his presence. He could just go back, and she'd be none the wiser.And break the promise you made to yourself, what, one minute ago? A voice in his head asked. This would have to be the most perfect moment for you to act on your impulses, and if you walk away right now, you will definitely regret it, perhaps even for the rest of your life. John felt like shushing it, but another one told him that he had already blown a lot of opportunities with Cortana, and yet this one was probably the best one he could have asked for.Exactly, numbnuts, the voice in his head taunted him again. You know you want her, and it seems pretty damn obvious that she wants you too. So why the hell don't you just go over and make your move? It's either that, or continue putting up with these frustrating feelings. And if you choose the latter,. I couldn’t pass them up!”“No!” Béla yelled. “No knives!” She looked upset. “Let me down!”Jake tossed the package on the kitchen counter and walked over to where she dangled. He pulled the darts out of her skin so she could heal and tossed them on the floor.“What the matter with you?” Jake asked. “You used to love being gutted with a knife.”“I do love it,” Béla admitted. “Just… not today, okay? I feel a little… off.”Jake ran a finger down her front, following a rivulet of blood from that last dart he pulled out of her. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.“I’m not up for any heavy mutilation,” Béla grinned at him, “but those nice jagged nails of yours look pretty inviting…” Jake looked at his naked, bleeding vampire hanging down in front of him, her wrists secured over her head. She suddenly grabbed him around the waist with her legs, completely taking him by surprise.Tightening her legs around his torso, she pulled him close enough to kiss.“Fuck me,” she whispered, kissing him.
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