"Alright. What the hell is up with you, Jezebel?"

Jez snapped her head up, angry glare already in place. Morgead was leaning over the back of the couch, one sarcastic eyebrow raised as he shrugged, "You've been bitchy."

"I have not been bitchy, Morgy.." Jez replied, sneering slightly at him. Her beloved soulmate was driving her nuts. It had been a few weeks now, that she hadn't felt quite the same. Morgead was finally starting to notice, and he wouldn't leave her alone until he got an answer. She turned over, trying to go back to sleep.

"Oh, no you don't. If I have to share your head with you, you could at least tell me what's making you so.."

"So what?"

"So bitchy." She glared at him once more, and as she lowered her head, he toppled himself over the couch, landing on her and knocking the wind out of her. She pushed at him, but he chuckled, catching her arms and pinning her under him. She gritted her teeth, struggling to shake him off, but he held her firmly into the couch cushions. He lowered his face close to hers, and whispered, "I thought we were past this, Jez." She stopped struggling, letting out an audible sigh as she met his eyes, with a frown. No, she thought. She couldn't tell him what was wrong. He bumped his nose into hers, and said, "Your head really is a miserable place these days. You've done a good job at shielding your thoughts from me - but its starting to get old."

"I know," she said, in a defeated voice. He raised his eyebrow again, and moved back to let her sit up, "So spill, before I have to take you out to preserve my mind's sanity."

"I miss blood," she said bluntly, "I miss hunting. I miss feeding. It's driving me nuts."

"Is that it? God, we could have fixed this ages ago.." Morgead started to get up, but Jez caught his arm, pulling him to sit again. She shook her head, "That's not all."

"Well?" Jez hesitated. The part she'd told him wasn't a huge deal - she knew he missed it too. Their link told them that much. But if he knew what she wanted him to do to her.. She couldn't bare him knowing that what once was a form of punishment and submission for their group was actually something she enjoyed.

"Jez?" Morgead asked, his voice quietly surprised. She flicked her eyes to his - she'd forgot to hold that heavy shield in place of the bond. Which would mean Morgead just got a clear image of what she was trying to stop wanting from him. The shock was evident in his eyes. She quickly shoved him off her, moving to walk to the window. She sighed, hands on her hips, "Forget it, Morgead. Just forget I-"

He cut her off, coming up behind her with his silent vampire stealth. His hands on her hips sent the tiny electric shivers through her body she'd come to love, and she closed her eyes, mortally embarrassed. Letting her shields go, she tried to convey her embarrassment to him, in hopes he let this go. Then again, when did Morgead ever let things like this go?

As if on cue, she felt his lips brush her ear, and could feel his messy black hair against her cheek as his lips trailed lower. She held still, but when his lips brushed the place where her pulse was the strongest, she let out an involuntary gasp. Morgead paused, glancing at her reflection in the window, "Your serious, aren't you." He sounded incredulous, but through the bond Jez could feel a surge of lust going through him. It made her shiver, and as she met his eyes in the reflection, she nodded, "I don't know what's wrong with me." To her surprise, he gave her a wicked grin, placing another hard kiss against her pulse, "I don't think there's anything wrong with you, if your having reactions like this. You should have just told me."

"I didn't think..." She trailed off, distracted as his hand stroked the soft skin of her hip that rose from her jeans. Her eyes began to feel heavy, and she leaned back against him, nuzzling his head with her own. His hand slid up her stomach, under her shirt, and as she looked in the mirror once more she caught the flash of fangs before he lowered his head to her neck, not giving her any warning but a scrape of teeth against her thudding pulse.

"Morgead-" He cut her off, mumbling, "I think I could get used to this, Jez.." Without another word, he flicked his eyes up to lock on hers in the mirror. They were dark with desire, and as he sunk his teeth into her neck, she didn't look away. The pain was sharp and instant, but it faded after a moment into a dull throb that both hurt and excited her. She stretched her neck out further, her eyes closing on their own accord as Morgead drew long and hard on her neck. She'd never been in this position before, and she wondered if it felt this good for everyone. She doubted it. Morgead's eyes were nearly black now, a tiny smear of blood on his cheek as he drew again, slowly taking his fill. She pushed back against him, her hips grinding into his and making him give a low moan that she could feel vibrating through her neck. His hands felt like they were everywhere on her, and he pulled away for a split second, yanking her backwards and onto the couch. She arched up into him, leaning up to lick the blood off his cheek. He growled, an inhuman growl that made Jez kiss him hard, biting his lip with her fangs, which had emerged during the first draw of blood from her neck. He hissed when she did this, but she licked the twin puncture wounds, tasting his blood like she had years ago.

"I think that, next time you pull away and hide things from me, I'll be very interested to know what they are," he said, in a low voice, as he lowered his head back down to her neck. His other hand had busily undone his pants, and as Jez managed to shimmy hers off her hips, he thrust inside her in one smooth movement. As Morgead licked the wound on her neck to help it heal, Jez grinned at him, mirroring his wicked one from earlier. Despite himself, he smiled back, "Glad to see your back to normal, Jezebel." In response, she rocked her hips, and send him a very vivid picture of a place he could find another big artery to drink from on her body. His grin faded, and he hoped to all hell that no one came looking for them before morning.