With a roll of her eyes, she shivered feeling his tongue tickling her.  She sighed and shut her eyes.<br/><br/>Her fingers wrapped around his need and began to stroke it.  Her hand barely fit around it but she moved it back and forth best she could under his pants and underwear.  She bucked her hips up.  She began to move a bit slower though.  Her blood was dwindling.  She felt so sluggish.  Everything he did was so amplified.  She knew if she lost much more, she would not remain conscious.<br/><br/>"Vance..."  She whispered.  Rose licked her lips.  They were dry.  She needed a drink of something but she needed him.  She needed him bad.  She pulled out both hands and began to quickly, in her case not so much so, and began to pull and tug frustrated.  She began to whimper weakly.  She needed this before she died if he intended to kill her.  She wouldnt blame him.  But dammit she needed this!