He might have noticed that she wasn't breathing at all.  He might have noticed her heart didn't thump in her chest as her excitement grew.  He might have noticed all the things that should have warned him, should have given him a clue, but he didn't.  Even her fangs had only given him momentary pause.  She sort of loved that about him, his ability to ignore the bad and focus on the good, them being together again.  She tilted her head as he kissed her, squeezing her hands around his backside and pulling him closer to her before he tugged her into the other room.  She watched him silently from the edge of the bed, her memories flowing over the various times he'd undressed before her in the past, and realizing she hadn't been this interested in seeing him naked since they were first together.<br/><br/>She pushed his hands away, tired of waiting for the mundanity of fashion and tore his shirt easily, popping three or four buttons off to fly carelessly onto the floor.  She pulled the shirt fully off, kneeling in front of him, her arms sliding up and down his exposed chest, her fingers slightly chilly despite the heated air.  Her mouth followed her hands and she kissed him up from his navel, between his pecs and into the hollow of his neck beneath his adams apple, pushing him over onto the bed as she moved.  Slow was not in her vocabulary at the moment.