Shaking his head as he looked down at the leaves that barely covered his essentials while he moved and sat. The whole reason he bothered at all was to keep him from scratching the good as he moved around the forest areas. Human males were not made for running through forests without at least a little bit of cloth protecting them.
"I think I'll feel better when I have a bit of fabric. I used to be good at tanning leather and I've watched my mom stitch a time or two." He didn't bother to mention the years he spent learning to fashion clothes for his brothers and sisters before it became much easier to purchase such things in a store than to make them by hand. Rebekah could help, but Elijah didn't make her do all the work, all the time for all of them.
When Cain held up his wrist, Elijah grinned. "Are you sure?" He kissed at it, and took his kisses higher. He was feeling rather grateful to have his lover in his arms-- arms that he slid around Cain as he moved his lips up to the crook of his shoulder and neck, where his kisses became deeper and more pronounced. The vampire did his best to pleasure Cain for several minutes before he dug his teeth in and began to drink.
It was as if he hadn't fed in weeks, Cain's blood was so rich and heavenly-- after being so afraid he wouldn't ever have it again, Elijah found it difficult to stop for the first time in years. He wanted to hold that rich flavor, scent and intimate feeling of knowing his heart, his body and soul all at once as he fed for as long as he could. Elijah forcefully pulled himself back after a minute and swore.
"Fuck." Not one to normally swear so easily, Cain would easily notice how worked up the vampire was by that simple feeding-- chest heaving, eyes blown even after they returned to normal, body alive and alert, every fiber was ready for more. Yet he wouldn't take more. There was far too much temptation there. "I-I need to go now..." Elijah announced and began to back away from Cain, working to recover from the blood high he was riding.
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"I think I'll feel better when I have a bit of fabric. I used to be good at tanning leather and I've watched my mom stitch a time or two." He didn't bother to mention the years he spent learning to fashion clothes for his brothers and sisters before it became much easier to purchase such things in a store than to make them by hand. Rebekah could help, but Elijah didn't make her do all the work, all the time for all of them.
When Cain held up his wrist, Elijah grinned. "Are you sure?" He kissed at it, and took his kisses higher. He was feeling rather grateful to have his lover in his arms-- arms that he slid around Cain as he moved his lips up to the crook of his shoulder and neck, where his kisses became deeper and more pronounced. The vampire did his best to pleasure Cain for several minutes before he dug his teeth in and began to drink.
It was as if he hadn't fed in weeks, Cain's blood was so rich and heavenly-- after being so afraid he wouldn't ever have it again, Elijah found it difficult to stop for the first time in years. He wanted to hold that rich flavor, scent and intimate feeling of knowing his heart, his body and soul all at once as he fed for as long as he could. Elijah forcefully pulled himself back after a minute and swore.
"Fuck." Not one to normally swear so easily, Cain would easily notice how worked up the vampire was by that simple feeding-- chest heaving, eyes blown even after they returned to normal, body alive and alert, every fiber was ready for more. Yet he wouldn't take more. There was far too much temptation there. "I-I need to go now..." Elijah announced and began to back away from Cain, working to recover from the blood high he was riding.