If Lirin was completely honest, she would have admitted that she expected him to request to be finished. Instead, she merely got a light caress on her cheek, a whispered pledge, a light kiss, then he walked away. That was it. Lirin blinked after him in surprise before settling back in the water to stare at the ceiling. Is this truly what she wanted, what she should be doing? After washing the grime, sweat and blood off of her body, Lirin removed herself from the bath. Still dripping, and completely nude, she leaned against the door frame to stare at Tadgh as he lay curled on the bed.
She was teasing him, dragging him to the brink of insanity, only to make him suffer with lack of release. Yet, she had not had as much fun with anyone as she had with him. 'I want him. He is mine' Her mind was made up as she stalked over to the bed. Climbing in behind him, Lirin pressed her body against his back, her nose nuzzling behind his ear. "Such a well behaved little demon," she whispered. Fangs extended and sunk deep into the skin of his neck. It was instinctual, but she was tagging him as her own, a scent other vampires would recognize easily, and other races may be weary of. Additionally, as all her spells were released, Lirin couldn't resist taking some of his intoxicating blood. Licking the wound closed, Lirin curled up around him and fell asleep.
When the sun glared into the room, demanding attention from Lirin, the vampire sat up and stretched with an angry glare. Her bed was warm, for a change, and she noticed that Tadgh was still with her. Hand on his shoulder, she went to give him a kiss on his cheek from behind and whisper good morning. However, she froze. Tadgh was clammy, shivering and had a cold sweat all over. Alarmed, Lirin rushed to get dressed and ran out of the room, down stairs, and demanded the nearest healer.
She ran all the way to the elvish healer. Once there, she apologized for barging in, and made her pleas for the healer to check on Tadgh. The vampire offered the woman twice her usual payment of home visits, and the healer agreed. Leading her back to the room, Lirin waved her hand to have a gust of wind blanket Tadgh's naked form, shielding him from view. While the healer looked over the demon, Lirin paced, biting her nails and looking ever so worried. This was her fault, he would have been fine if she hadn't walked into his life. She branded him, marked him, and now he was not doing so well. Tadgh was having a reaction to her. They were not fated to be together.