Mila noticed that distant look in Charlie’s eyes and wondered what the girl was thinking about so intensely. She watched as Charlie suddenly looked away. To her surprise, the girl’s gaze quickly met hers again and this time she held fast, despite the fact that her face was turning crimson. Mila liked this kind of challenge; her unblinking eyes turned just a touch mischievous as she waited for Charlie to be the first one to break away again.
Was she just imagining it, or was her roommate intentionally moving closer? Mila adjusted herself so that she was sitting cross-legged, her knee touching Charlie’s thigh now. She made no attempt to move it away as the girl described her theories about vampires in pop culture.
"But really, it can't even be physically possible. What about diseases or varying blood types? Wouldn't they factor in?"
“Hm, who knows,” she drawled, raising her eyebrows. “Maybe it’s like, different blood types taste differently or something. And some vampires greatly prefer one type over the others. What’s your blood type, O negative?”
It had been so long since she’d seen the film that she hadn’t remembered the scene that startled Charlie. This made for a pleasant surprise when she heard a shriek and felt a small hand slip suddenly into her own. Mila laughed, her incisors flashing openly for a split second before she remembered to cover her mouth. “Ahh, that one really got you, didn’t it~,” she teased. She gave Charlie’s hand a squeeze, just before the girl pulled it away.
"And now I feel silly."
“You shouldn’t, it was cute~” she chuckled, watching as the curtain of blonde hair fell between them. Mila reached out and tucked Charlie’s hair behind her ear.
“I guess I’m…just not in the mood to drink wine tonight after all.” She sounded distracted as she watched the red liquid pass through Charlie’s lips. This was so all torturous. Her fingertips curled in pleasurable agony as the girl pulled the glass away again and she saw that the red wine had colored her upper lip a little darker. It would take nothing, nothing to reach out and cup one soft side of her face with a firm hand, guide her forward to her own lips…
Humans had the most endearing reactions to those kinds of things. So often they drew themselves to her willingly, even when she was sure a voice in the back of their minds was whispering danger. If there was one thing she had been able to perfect over the many years, it was knowing precisely how to soothe that little whisper of doubt into submission – stroke it carefully and quietly until it was no longer strong enough to resist.
“Charlie..” she began, her voice dropping low again, "I.." She might as well have had half a bottle of that wine for how light-headed and impulsive she was feeling at the moment. Mila was leaning toward her now, a hand removing the wine glass from Charlie’s grip and setting it aside. “Do you..?” The questions lingered unfinished as the vampire touched her arm, turning the motion into a caress. Her nails lightly scrapped the skin as she dragged them up to her shoulder, then to her collar bone, all the way to her chin to tilt it up as she’d done before. She was going too far, and she knew it. But another wave of hunger made her grip on Charlie’s chin just a touch firmer.
She was crossing a line that couldn't be uncrossed again. Her eyes were still black from hunger, and she knew they would appear dilated to girl. They studied Charlie's features slowly and deliberately. Ravenously. A thumb moved to rub over the girl's lower lip, dragging it down until her mouth was slightly open. Mila exhaled, and it was almost a shudder. "Your lip is red. From the wine," she breathed.