Haunted Wood I'm dressing so ironic

She didn't miss the distaste evident on her face. 
Like she gave a fuck.
If she wanted something she took it, and she wanted a taste of that cute ass.
But still, she didn't want to be given the evils.

"Aww I'm sorry sweetheart." She moved closer to press a kiss to where she'd bitten. Unless Serem decided to snap her face up instead then she'd obviously refrain -- then dissapear because she wouldn't stick around pissy. She wasn't about that.