The first thing Harry did upon waking up again was run his tongue over his teeth. No fangs in place a canines. So he was alive and unturned.
The next thing he did was notice the sun was shining on his face. It took a few long seconds for the implications of that to sink in, but then he opened his eyes and looked around. It didn't take long to locate John; he was laying on the cushions behind Harry, squeezed between him and the sofa back.
Barely thinking, Harry grabbed the comforter and pulled it over both of them, blocking out the rising sun.
John's eyes opened, taking in Harry holding the blanket over them like a shield. "Harry."
"Sun's up."
"My windows are all tinted to hold out the worst of the UV light. I do live here, you know," he chided, a smile curving his lips.
That made sense, Harry conceded. He lowered the comforter. "So." Where to even start? There was a weird intimacy to having had a vampire feed on you. Harry's wasn't sure what to do with that.
"Breakfast? I think it's customary to cook after you've had someone over."
Harry's eyes widened. "You didn't... we didn't..." He made a gesture between them.
John rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't think that was a good idea for your first bite."
"Wait, so vampires do that?" He tried not to sound too appalled.
The vampire pushed himself up to sitting. "I would explain the basic connection between blood and sex, but you don't look quite up for it." He reached out and took Harry's hand. There was an ace bandage taped to his arm, neat and clean. John examined it carefully. He nodded, satisfied. Maybe vampires were big on taking care of their meals. Thoughtful, in an insane way. "Shall we see if any food is surviving the blackout?"
Harry let John lead him to the kitchen, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into this time.
I've now written Harlequin vampire romance. Okay then. :goes to bed:
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Date: 2011-03-06 09:22 am (UTC)The next thing he did was notice the sun was shining on his face. It took a few long seconds for the implications of that to sink in, but then he opened his eyes and looked around. It didn't take long to locate John; he was laying on the cushions behind Harry, squeezed between him and the sofa back.
Barely thinking, Harry grabbed the comforter and pulled it over both of them, blocking out the rising sun.
John's eyes opened, taking in Harry holding the blanket over them like a shield. "Harry."
"Sun's up."
"My windows are all tinted to hold out the worst of the UV light. I do live here, you know," he chided, a smile curving his lips.
That made sense, Harry conceded. He lowered the comforter. "So." Where to even start? There was a weird intimacy to having had a vampire feed on you. Harry's wasn't sure what to do with that.
"Breakfast? I think it's customary to cook after you've had someone over."
Harry's eyes widened. "You didn't... we didn't..." He made a gesture between them.
John rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't think that was a good idea for your first bite."
"Wait, so vampires do that?" He tried not to sound too appalled.
The vampire pushed himself up to sitting. "I would explain the basic connection between blood and sex, but you don't look quite up for it." He reached out and took Harry's hand. There was an ace bandage taped to his arm, neat and clean. John examined it carefully. He nodded, satisfied. Maybe vampires were big on taking care of their meals. Thoughtful, in an insane way. "Shall we see if any food is surviving the blackout?"
Harry let John lead him to the kitchen, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into this time.
I've now written Harlequin vampire romance. Okay then. :goes to bed: