Charlie looked up as Mila brushed the hair from her face. A shiver ran down her spine and the baby hairs on the back of her stood on end as the soft ends of her hair caressed her cheek gingerly. She gazed up at Mila with glistening blue eyes and wet her lips unconsciously. It was painstakingly obvious, the feeling of Mila's knee against Charlie's thigh and she was perhaps a bit too focused on the feeling of skin on skin, so much so that it took her a while to realize what Mila had said moments before. [i]“Maybe it’s like, different blood types taste differently or something. And some vampires greatly prefer one type over the others.”[/i] A crooked smile made it's way across Charlie's face causing one cheek to dimple charmingly. “I suppose that's one theory...” She had her mouth open to say something witty when the question accompanied with the prior premise caused her to pause suddenly. 

[i]'What’s your blood type, O negative?”[/i]

Charlie's eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and bemusement. “Wow, you're good.” Her lips curved into a full fledged smile that touched her eyes and showed off her straight, perfectly normal teeth. “That's actually it, how did you guess?” It didn't strike her as odd at all as she leaned one elbow on the back of the couch and propped her chin in her palm. Curiosity written all all over her warm, flushed face. “Do us O neg people have some sort of unmistakable charm about us? I wouldn't be surprised...” She trailed off, sloshing around the drink in her cup and watching the liquid inside create a small tornado. The quiet was short lived as they struck up a new conversation about drinking habits that also faded away quickly leaving both women in a state of not-so-silent silence. 

At some point the television had gotten turned down and was now no more then white noise in the background, however that was not what made the quiet room around them seem louder. There was something in the air, some unspoken feeling that Charlie couldn't exactly place. She could feel eyes on her, studying her features in a way that gave her an unnatural rush of something that could have been called fear but also could have been considered desire. They went hand-in-hand, Charlie had come to know, yet never had she experience such a feeling of danger, some unconscious murmur that she nervously laughed off as she turned her head to gaze back at Mila. [i]“Charlie... I...”[/i] The sound of her voice made something in the pit of Charlie's stomach ache, like a knot of angst that was so unexplained she silently scolded herself for being such an idiot. 

She glanced down in response to Mila slowly moving the glass from Char's hand aside. She had suddenly become very aware of the other woman's movements as the glass was placed carefully on the coffee table with a small clinking noise. Charlie wet her lips and watched Mila, by this time both women had completely forgotten the flickering television and the movie that was coming to a close. [i]“Do you..?”[/i] She waited impatiently for the rest of the question that never came, the lingering inquiry was soon completely forgotten as chilled fingers caressed up her arms, across her chest and finally firmly grasped the edge of her chin. The slight red from where Mila's nails had gently scraped Charlie's flesh throbbed, yet not unpleasantly. 

Charlie wasn't sure how to react, a slow breath was released from her slightly agape mouth. “I...” She couldn't find anything conceivable to say at that moment as Mila's grip on her chin tightened slightly. Gazing into the dilated pupils of her roommate, Charlie felt her mouth go dry and her breaths become shallow. The feeling of Mila's thumb across her lips made her swoon slightly and lean into the touch. [i]"Your lip is red. From the wine,"[/i] Charlie felt her head bob slightly. “Is it?” Her response was almost unconscious as the movie drew to a final close and the television grew dim, plunging the women into a darkness illuminated only by the moonlight that pooled in through the window making a small spotlight on the floor. 

Unsure of what she wanted to happen next, Charlie closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. Any previous feelings of fear of danger were lost to her now. She was reacting just as any other person would react, leaning closer to Mila as her heart thudded loudly against her rib cage. She could hear the blood rushing through her ears and feel the heat brush across her face.