“I’m not sure I should tell you more,” Pitch said, and Sandy knew he wasn’t just imagining how his voice had fallen a half-tone lower.

            “Fantasies are safe to share here,” Sandy said, “no matter what they might be.”

            “Safe for who?” Pitch asked. “Does that apply to us both? Maybe you should tell me one of yours.”

            “My fantasies are doubtless unrelated to the ones that caused you to seek my help,” Sandy said. Your long legs around my waist as you let me enter your body and I let you fill your mouth with my blood.

            “What if the ones I’d want to talk about now were new ones?” Pitch asked, staring intently at Sandy.

            Sandy wondered if Pitch noticed the shiver that ran through him at that, and that it wasn’t one of fear. Probably. It was the sort of thing he would notice about Pitch.

            “Then,” Sandy said, forcing his voice to be steady, “I think it’d be safe to say that we’re making progress.”

whentheoceanmetsky:

/hUFFs

THIS AFTERNOON HAS BEEN CRUEL AND KIND IN EQUAL MEASURES TODAY

AND I’M NOT SURE WHICH IS WHICH ANYMORE

I’m very glad I am not the only one with this problem