We are sitting next to each other on the ground, you are wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and what look like black combat boots, and I am sitting just to your right, wearing a black wife beater, a new pair of holey jeans, and also a pair of black combat boots, with my head on your chest. We are leaning against a fallen tree on the bank of a wide lake. The moon was out, and while not full, was very bright in the sky, so there was no need for flashlights. There was a slight mist going across the top of the lake, and the lake itself spread in front of us like an arch. On the far bank of the lake you could see the dense line of pine trees, and if you looked hard enough just inside the tree line, you could just make out a deer drinking from the stream that fed from the lake. You could hear a pack of wolves howling, seemingly close from the sound of it, and the grasshoppers playing their song in the grass.
You lean over to me, run your hand down the side of my face, look me in the eyes, and tell me I am beautiful. You run your hand up my face into my hair, and down to the back of my neck where you pull me lightly to you, kissing me lightly on the forehead, the tip of my nose, my chin, and back up to my lips. You slide your tongue over my lips, one by one, and then slowly press your tongue against my closed mouth, urging me with your eyes to let you in. I open my mouth and allow your tongue to entwine itself with mine.
Then you place your hand underneath my chin, lift my head up and to the side, and start kissing down the newly exposed side of my neck. You stop on my neck and start to nibble. I start to shiver a bit, and my eyes suddenly get huge when you bite down on my neck hard. With you at my neck, and the tree behind me, there was nowhere to go. I reached up and grabbed you by a handful of the hair at the nape of your neck, and pulled you away from my neck twisting us around so your back is at the tree. As my blood is now sliding down my neck, I see your eyes change color, but I cannot quite make out what color they are now.
I extend my fangs, which are now glistening in the moonlight, and hiss at you. I can smell the blood dripping from my neck, and wrench your head to the side with the hair I still have in my hand. I sink my fangs into your neck and scratch my sharp nails across the back of your shoulders, feeling them cut below skin and draw blood as my fangs rip into your neck. I hear a growl start in your throat, and feel your claws rake down my sides as you roughly lift me off you, my fangs scraping and opening up the bite marks. You flip me over so my back is against your chest, and wrapping your arms over mine, sink your teeth into the cleft between my neck and my shoulder. You release my shoulder with your teeth, and I hear another growl come up.