[It was impossible to forget that she was there. He can hear her--the shuffle of her feet, the clatter of the bowl and the spoon, and then the hiss of the batter on the pan--but beneath that, there's the thud of her heartbeat, the movement of blood in her veins--hotter even than the waffle iron, and just there--and he needs to leave the room, but every time he thinks he's got himself worked up to leaving he feels another wave of hunger. Better to stay here gripping at the counter than turning to go and turning on her instead.
Just a moment longer, he tells himself. Just a moment. The wolf is keeping her pretty safe, standing guard between them. He could take it on, survive it, heal up--with more blood, always more blood, because if he starts now he won't stop, and that thought helps to stop him, too--
And then she speaks, and he looks over at her, wild-eyed again. Looks down, at the stove. And he swallows, and his voice still comes out rough--]
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[It was impossible to forget that she was there. He can hear her--the shuffle of her feet, the clatter of the bowl and the spoon, and then the hiss of the batter on the pan--but beneath that, there's the thud of her heartbeat, the movement of blood in her veins--hotter even than the waffle iron, and just there--and he needs to leave the room, but every time he thinks he's got himself worked up to leaving he feels another wave of hunger. Better to stay here gripping at the counter than turning to go and turning on her instead.
Just a moment longer, he tells himself. Just a moment. The wolf is keeping her pretty safe, standing guard between them. He could take it on, survive it, heal up--with more blood, always more blood, because if he starts now he won't stop, and that thought helps to stop him, too--
And then she speaks, and he looks over at her, wild-eyed again. Looks down, at the stove. And he swallows, and his voice still comes out rough--]
You're going t' make me waffles?
[ really. ]</small How old are you?