Lydia absentmindedly nodded at Morgan's words. She figured that Morgan's talk of trust was consent enough; although Lydia didn't expect that Morgan would go through all this trouble only to back out<i>now</i>, it was the least Lydia could do to allow her her last moments of hesitation before plunging her fangs into her throat, to ease the inevitable shock.<br/><br/>At least ... that was what she'd originally thought. Her admittedly shallow attempt at reassuring Morgan seemed only to fluster her further, a consequence of no benefit to either of them. Morgan’s nervous fidgeting and stray comment about keeping blood away from her shirt struck a particular chord for Lydia, one that sent her vampiric instincts spiraling. It was all so familiar — she couldn't count the amount of times she'd seen it over the years, even before the Coven's existence — that delicate balance between fear and curiosity, manifested in timid glances and quickened breaths. Every human reacted differently, but it always seemed to stem from the same place: the knowledge that they were about to do something so undeniably taboo. Lydia wondered how much thought Morgan really gave it; it was<i>much</i>worse in her case, after all — an Enforcer, sneaking away from her job to come to a vampire's house, knowing full well what would happen.<br/><br/>The more thought Lydia put into it, the more she realized how perfect the whole situation was. She had Morgan all to herself, in her living room, already willing and at her mercy ... and there was only one way to figure out exactly what she was hiding behind those 'good girl' eyes of her—<i>No. Remember what this is for.</i><br/><br/>Despite her best efforts, however, Lydia's mind had already ventured too far, and it didn't help that she was already leaning over Morgan’s smaller figure, her finger already poised where her teeth would soon be. Between Morgan's inviting scent and deliciously soft skin, Lydia was in for a losing fight if she thought she could bite Morgan and forget it.<br/><br/><i>Fuck</i>.<br/><br/>"Don't worry ... I won't," she finally said, eyes flickering over to scan Morgan's freckled face one last time. Any further stalling would be excessive.<br/><br/>Lydia moved her finger from the target location and placed her hand, instead, on Morgan's wrist, careful not to disturb the ink. As she leaned forward, she pulled Morgan's wrist in her direction, guiding her closer for easier access. Her other hand gripped the backrest of the chair to balance herself, as it was an odd position to be in, but it was the only way Lydia could think to do this without having their bodies touch any more than necessary.<i>The mission. Just think of the mission</i>.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes as she made contact. Her sharp fangs pierced Morgan's skin effortlessly, sinking into the exact spot she'd marked at Morgan's collar, and her lips pressed against Morgan's skin as she drew blood, pulling slowly. Almost immediately, she’d forgotten about that thing she was supposed to remember, and she couldn’t help but sigh into her, her grip tightening slightly as Morgan’s hot blood poured over her tongue, filling her mouth with Morgan’s rich, sweet flavor. There was no denying it. Morgan’s taste was intoxicating — not a hint of bitterness, yet far from sickeningly sweet, with its subtle, coppery undertones. Lydia’s teeth dug slightly deeper as she felt the sudden rush of warm vitality that accompanied every bite, and — perhaps even more notably — the desire that soon followed.<br/><br/>Instinctively, she reached out to touch Morgan, but stopped herself short, her fingers mere centimeters away from caressing the other side of her neck. It was only then that Lydia remembered there was a reason she hadn’t placed her hands all over the girl already. A very important reason, at that. She snapped herself back to reality, opening her eyes, withdrawing her fangs, and releasing Morgan’s wrist. Her bite had only lasted a handful of seconds, but she was about one more second away from delving into something<i>far</i>beyond business. As she pulled back, her tongue swept away the blood that threatened to trickle down Morgan’s collar. Perhaps she could’ve done that with her finger, but what was one last bit of indulgence? She chided herself for that, too, even as the cheap justification crossed her mind.<br/><br/>As Lydia stood, she turned away, exhaling deeply as she closed her eyes for a moment.<i>Fuck</i>. Those few seconds of bliss weren’t nearly enough, and pulling away so quickly amplified the need for more. She couldn’t look at Morgan just yet, not when every inch of her wanted to skip the damned mission and ravish the girl.<br/><br/>“Well-,” Lydia spoke, crossing her arms and facing Morgan as she quieted her thoughts, “-that takes care of our disguise.” She risked a glance at the mark she’d made, but hastily lifted her gaze as it did little other than bring those greedy desires back. As expected, the bleeding stopped quickly due to the short duration of the bite ... but reopening it would be so eas— “The carriage will be waiting for us out back.”<br/><br/>The next few hours would be ... interesting.