Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy...

Kitten, you need to make a decision. Either we stay here and behave or we leave now and I promise you”—his voice dipped lower and the words fell against my lips—“if we leave, I won’t behave.

How unconvincing. Try again.

But the main point is that he still had swimmers in his sacks.” “Excuse me?” “You know, luv. Sperm, if you want to be all technical about it. He still had living sperm in his juice." Cat and Bones

I want to know all of you, Kitten. What you show me, and what you try not to.

Bones,” I sighed. “Know something? I’m not afraid of you, but you scare me….” His outline blurred again. “You scare me, too, Kitten,” he might have replied, but I couldn’t be sure.

Some things we need to talk about, but not here. I'll see you later, darling." "No you won't, nut muffin!