[That feels so good. Try as he might in his most private moments, Barry's never been able to replicate that sweet sting of Lup's fangs tugging at his skin, barely refraining from drawing blood. That gentle, teasing nip makes him melt underneath her, shivering, a low moan building in his chest. He can't wait to feel that searing mouth all over his cold skin, her sharp fangs biting lower and lower...

But then she's suddenly gone. Weight and warmth and all, slithering right off of him. Because of course she has to tease. Barry nudges himself up on his elbows, grinning at her blurry form at his side.]

What, this turnin' into a look-don't-touch kinda affair all of a sudden?

[He laughs happily, shuffling around so he can move closer to her, an arm already reaching over to try hooking around her waist.] Thanks for not eatin' me, gorgeous, but I sure wouldn't mind y'havin' a little nibble now an' then.