[mature: For Katniss]

[the_bad_brother]

Continued from here.

Damon pulled her into the bedroom, sighing against her mouth before slowly pulling back, breaking the kiss. He smiled at her, pushing her coat off of her shoulders and giving himself a moment to keep his blood lust under control. He didn't want to tip his hand too soon and freak her out, he'd already had to compel her once. If he had to do it again just to keep her here this would be less fun.

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[vocalfuel]

He draws back and even I can't pretend, if only for a moment, that I'm not terrified. There's blood on his face — my blood, I think, lifting my fingers gently to my neck, wincing when they brush torn skin — and though it's occurred to me more than once that I don't really know what I'm doing here, this is something completely different. Then he speaks, before I have a chance to do anything about it, and I'm not sure why I was so worried. A dog bite is bad, but I'll just get Prim to look at it when I get back to the house. I'm sure she'll know what to do about it, and it's not like I haven't been hurt worse. "A dog bit me," I say, frowning, hand still hovering near my neck. "Do you have anything I could put on this?"

[the_bad_brother]

"Yeah, sure." Damon got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, getting some gauze and medical tape and tossing it onto the sheet next to her as he returned. "You might want to wash it out so it doesn't get infected," he added with a faint smirk.