Imagine Julia getting hungry before dinner's ready ;)
Of course, you thought, watching as the crimson liquid bubbled up on your finger. Of course you would cut yourself the one time you decided to make dinner. You usually left the job to Willy, content to contribute by doing dishes afterwards, but after everyone griped and groaned about his consistently dry pot roast, you volunteered to whip up something different. Cradling your hand to yourself to avoid getting blood on the food, you turned to go to the sink, only to be stopped short by Julia. Before you could react, she had you pinned against the counter, the rim pressing into the small of your back. Her hips dug into yours, and you had to bite your lip to stop any sound from coming out.
“Stop biting that fucking lip! God knows I want you enough as it is…” She lifted your leg and wrapped it around her waist, pressing harder as she nuzzled into your neck. Her teeth grazed dangerously along the sensitive skin there.
“I thought the smell of blood just made you hungry, not…” You didn’t finish as she took your hand, slowly licking the trail the blood had made as it dripped down your wrist. She watched you mesmerizingly as she did so, and you couldn’t tear your gaze away from how dark her eyes were, dilated with want.
“It all just blurs together at this point, honey. I mean after all,” She adjusted her grip on you, lifting you up to sit on the counter, and you instinctively wrapped both legs around her. “Isn’t lust a form of hunger?”
In this new position, she had easy access to your chest, and she used it to her advantage. She covered you in wet, aggressive kisses, moving lower and lower, pulling the neckline of your shirt down slightly until she was alarmingly close to the hem off your bra. You allowed yourself to be caught up in her for a moment, but when you felt her teeth start to dig in you snapped to the present. You were sitting on the kitchen counter. Food was waiting to be served, people could walk in at any moment. You had told Elizabeth dinner was almost ready.
“Wait, wait. We can’t do this right now.” You pushed her away with some difficulty.
“Why not?” She growled the words out, and you felt it in your stomach.
“Because,” You said as you reluctantly pushed off another advance, “I have to finish making dinner. And eat. And we’re in the kitchen for christ’s sake.”
“I should think the kitchen is the perfect place for me to have my meal.” She said, fixing you with a hungry stare that made you heat up all over. However you were soon blushing for a different reason when another voice came from across the room.
“Are you lezzies gonna finish dinner or what?” Carolyn said. She had a look on her face that ranked somewhere between bored and grossed out. You supposed it was better than Elizabeth walking in.
You slid off the counter hurriedly. “Right, sorry! I’m just finishing right now. Please don’t tell your mother.”
She only rolled her eyes and left. You glared at Julia’s amused smirk. “Are you satisfied, now?”
“Oh, far from it.” She wrapped her arms around you from behind as you gathered plates. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” She practically moaned in your ear. You shrugged her off, ignoring the feelings she was giving you.
“After dinner.” You said resolutely.
“If you say so.”