She had some of her own oral fixations, and perhaps if she weren't so distracted in the moment, she would have been turning to bite him herself.
Instead, Cordelia held him, eyes shut, hips moving with him and back against the stone altar again. She'd have scrapes and bruised and plenty of reasons to be tender tomorrow, but no matter now.
And, perhaps, she couldn't be entirely faulted for the whispered "Bert." It came out before she could stop it, though she wasn't sure if she was forgetting who was with her or if it was simply an acknowledgement of the source of her guilt.
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Date: 2013-05-21 10:18 pm (UTC)Instead, Cordelia held him, eyes shut, hips moving with him and back against the stone altar again. She'd have scrapes and bruised and plenty of reasons to be tender tomorrow, but no matter now.
And, perhaps, she couldn't be entirely faulted for the whispered "Bert." It came out before she could stop it, though she wasn't sure if she was forgetting who was with her or if it was simply an acknowledgement of the source of her guilt.