He did sleep for a while like that, tucked up with his long legs bent to fit across the seats. But it couldn't have been too long before he was woken up by John.
It might've been the grip around his wrist that woke him up, a cool-skinned, stern hold. It was that or the small, sharp pain in his arm. He instinctively tried to pull his arm away from the hurt, but it was held fast and he couldn't manage it. "Hey, ow."
John withdrew his mouth from Harry's arm. "Did I misunderstand you, Mr. Dresden?" When Harry just blinked blurrily at him, he elaborated, "Permission, Harry."
"Oh. Uh, yeah." Harry nodded slowly, eyes locked to John's mouth. It descended on his arm again and there was that pain again, where teeth were opening two cuts. John broke the skin, then licked broadly over the marks.
That was weird. Harry frowned as the pain faded to numbness, a warm, dreamy feeling replacing it. "What..."
"Low-grade narcotic effect. Meant to placate prey," John explained readily. "It'll fade." And he ducked his head, licked over Harry's arm again, and then wrapped his lips around the bite mark. There was a pull, and...
Harry lay his head back on the sofa, gasping. He could feel John doing his vampire thing, but it was all mixed up in his head. He felt the suction, a faint flare of pain when John's tongue touched the punctures in Harry's skin, but it was getting lost in the distant numbness and the drowsy leftovers of sleep. It was some crazy dissonance, watching through half-lidded eyes as John set his mouth on Harry's arm and drank deep.
Maybe he should have worried over how much blood he was giving up. Maybe he should have told John to stop. Maybe...
Maybe he'd just sag back into the sofa and let himself float for a while. Because when Harry Dresden went looking for trouble, he did it was a single-minded determination that was almost admirable.
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It might've been the grip around his wrist that woke him up, a cool-skinned, stern hold. It was that or the small, sharp pain in his arm. He instinctively tried to pull his arm away from the hurt, but it was held fast and he couldn't manage it. "Hey, ow."
John withdrew his mouth from Harry's arm. "Did I misunderstand you, Mr. Dresden?" When Harry just blinked blurrily at him, he elaborated, "Permission, Harry."
"Oh. Uh, yeah." Harry nodded slowly, eyes locked to John's mouth. It descended on his arm again and there was that pain again, where teeth were opening two cuts. John broke the skin, then licked broadly over the marks.
That was weird. Harry frowned as the pain faded to numbness, a warm, dreamy feeling replacing it. "What..."
"Low-grade narcotic effect. Meant to placate prey," John explained readily. "It'll fade." And he ducked his head, licked over Harry's arm again, and then wrapped his lips around the bite mark. There was a pull, and...
Harry lay his head back on the sofa, gasping. He could feel John doing his vampire thing, but it was all mixed up in his head. He felt the suction, a faint flare of pain when John's tongue touched the punctures in Harry's skin, but it was getting lost in the distant numbness and the drowsy leftovers of sleep. It was some crazy dissonance, watching through half-lidded eyes as John set his mouth on Harry's arm and drank deep.
Maybe he should have worried over how much blood he was giving up. Maybe he should have told John to stop. Maybe...
Maybe he'd just sag back into the sofa and let himself float for a while. Because when Harry Dresden went looking for trouble, he did it was a single-minded determination that was almost admirable.
writing at 2:45 AM = lots of sleep imagery