Sarah David was Eighteen years old, she had been married for two beautiful months now, to Joe Guevera. She had met him while at the Navy yard, she usually wandered around while her parents; Jethro Gibbs and Ziva David worked in the bullpen.
He had convinced her to go onto the submarine with him, which truth be told took very little convincing.
Women usually aren't allowed onto the submarines but when people think that you are the daughter of the deceased female director it truly does help get literally anything that she wants.
She threw her head back on the bed and pulled her lover cloer, kissing him passionately before arching her beautifully tanned neck, exposing her flesh to her husband and welcoming him to sink his extended fangs into her tender flesh, making her groan in pure ecstasy and pleasure as he fed from her artery and allowed blood to flow down his throat, he gradually withdrew his crimson stained lips from her neck and tenderly licked at the puncture wound in order to soothe the pain she would feel.
She smiled at him in a dazed manner, and kissed him softly, tasting her own metallic blood upon his soft lips.
Joe held his wife close to him, seeing her weakness, he bit into his own wrist and held it to her mouth in order for her to gain strength.
Sarah suckled his blood and drank like a hungry child and he stroked her hair affectionately.
Her eyes gradually slipped shut as she fell into a light slumber, he took his wrist from her suckling lips, but her lips continued the suckling motion for a while, like a newborn at its mothers breast.
He lay with his wife in his arms as he himself also joined her in a peaceful sleep