Her comment wasn't enough to stall, but Morgan wasn't sure why she had been trying to. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable. In fact, the faster she just<i>committed </i>to being bitten, the faster it would be over and they could move on from this. Neither one of them had wanted to go this far, and once it was done, they could forget about it... hopefully.<br/><br/>Lydia shifted forward, catching Morgan's attention as she assured the Enforcer that no blood would be spilled. She gave a jerky nod before she turned her head straight forward, unwilling to look at what came next. It would be easier to ignore if she devoted at least one of her senses to concentrating on Lydia's modest decor. She didn't move as Lydia's hand closed around her wrist, but she tensed as the vampire shifted her forward, closer to those slightly parted lips and sharp fangs. Morgan inhaled, the sound almost too sharp in the growing silence, as Lydia's mouth brushed the base of her neck for a second before she bit down.<br/><br/>Pain was the first sensation to hit her, and she couldn't help the flinch that balled her fists and almost forced her away from Lydia. However, she knew that if the fangs were ripped away from her muscles before Lydia released her, she would only injure herself further. Closing her eyes and biting the inside of her mouth hard, Morgan took the time to try and breathe as slow and deep as possible, focusing on anything but the pain.<br/><br/>However, the pain began to morph into something far more tolerable... pleasure. A small wave of euphoria washed over her, starting from the small wounds Lydia was still sucking on. Morgan could feel the sharp points sticking deep under her skin, but she remained deathly still, even as the wave of pleasure tingled through her fingers and toes. No one had ever told her that being bitten by a vampire would feel good...<i>really </i>good. Warmth flushed her face, and her eyes screwed shut tighter. Her hands loosened and nearly went to grip Lydia's arm to keep her at her neck, but she remembered herself. This wasn't for fun; this was for business and business<i>only. </i>Still, she couldn't stop the short, shallow breaths from escaping her nose, the barest hint that she was enjoying what she was going through.<br/><br/>Too soon, Lydia pulled away, but not before Morgan felt her slick tongue slide over the two pinprick wounds. She suppressed a shudder, knowing a patch of gauze would have done the same. It was strangely intimate, and it allowed a brief thought in, wondering how it would feel to have that tongue over the rest of her body.<br/><br/>With an imperceptible shake of her head, Morgan released a huff and fixed her shirt where it had been pulled down a bit farther on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked up at Lydia, doing her best to look at the vampire's handiwork but barely seeing past her own nose. "Good," was all she found herself saying. She wasn't going to admit that she had<i>liked </i>being bitten so deeply, because that was bound to give way to more confessions, ones she didn't want to think about.<br/><br/>She fiddled with her sleeve, nodding as Lydia mentioned the carriage. "I say we... get going then. Won't want to keep him waiting, yeah?" Perhaps they could discuss anything else they needed while they were moving, though being stuck in a small space with a vampire who had just bitten her and lingering shivers of pleasure running up and down her arms was going to be...<i>challenging, </i>to say the least.