When Vishous pushed open the door to the exam room, he got a gander at the kind of seating arrangement that made him think fondly of castration.

Layla brought her arms around herself, no doubt because she was remembering the feel of another, stronger set. "I have wanted to, but he holds back. I hope...I believe it is because he wishes to mate me properly first, in ceremony." Payne felt the awful weight of premonition. "Beware, sister. You are a gentle soul." Layla got to her feet, her smile now saddened. "Yes, I am. But I would rather my heart be broken than unopened and I know that one must ask if one is to receive.

Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.

G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

Ah, now, don't get all mushy on me. We ain't dating." Butch

I'm going to love you so good and so long you're gonna be convinced no earthly thing could have brought us together

Trust me, true?" Butch barked a laugh. "Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?