You wake up to the sound of your girlfriend’s voice.

It’s soft and melodic, but tinted with a little neediness. You can feel Utahime’s hands rub your shoulders a little soothingly, face buried where your shoulder and neck meet. That’s when you realize it’s definitely not morning, the room is dark, only illuminated by the soft glow of the moon outside.

“Sorry to wake you.” She whispers, sounding a little guilty, especially when she takes note of the sleepy expression on your face. Utahime is gorgeous. always, every single day, but you think she’s particularly breathtaking like this. When it’s late, and she’s groggy, a little disheveled, bra strap close to slipping off her shoulder and she’s got a needy glint in her eyes.

“Go back to sleep.” She murmurs, hand gliding up from your chest to caress your cheek. That’s when you feel her fangs graze your shoulder. You can’t sleep when she’s doing that.