Stories were always good, but maybe not for tonight.

Martha kept the kiss light from her end. For now. She wasn't tasting blood anymore, but she wasn't going to chance it at the moment. She didn't know how sensitive he was. Maybe he'd taste something she didn't, and then they'd be back to where they had just decided to move past.

No, she'd keep her tongue inside her own mouth and instead she lean back until she was lying down, drawing him down with her.