I understood then that we could feed on sex, or we could feed on meat and blood. God, I cannot believe this, so stupid. There was a time when I'd have made him give me breathing space, but I understood the shapeshifter's need for physical contact now. It was good to see it, and I found that I had one of my own to give back.
But what about later? Later will take care of itself, I said. court? Yeah, he said, and he raised his glasses up and rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. It was almost an anticipatory look, as if he were already thinking about next time. Safe, sane, consensual.
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