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He considered her gaze and reactions for a moment, before frowning at her avoidance. To him, that meant the other Fa'e teetered on the verge of giving up and therefore losing.

Losing to him. Oh how excellent.

Now he just needed to push her over that proverbial edge. He returned his feet to the floor. As she babbled about dessert, buying time to think no doubt, Naolin did the same. "I heard that popsicles can do wonders toying against overheating skin," he finally said, allowing his voice to drawl as he concentrated on magically heating up the air in the kitchen. The side effect of the goal caused the kitchen to shimmer with additional sunlight.

Her eyes. He had never seen her eyes do that, and he was intrigued, to say the least. Those eyes held a power, and Nao had the tendency to find power intoxicating. Her words didn't exactly help with such a matter either.

Time to push harder.

"Show me," Nao said simply, crossing his arms over his chest and extending the challenge. The room became hotter. Nao did not seem to mind.

He cocked an eyebrow sharply upwards, as if to ask her if she were admitting defeat and waving the white flag of surrender.

She wasn't, and he knew it.

At her gaze, Nao instinctively crossed his arms over his chest and allowed his eyes to linger on the newly moistened lips. "Surprise me," he said, voice thickening with his odd accent. "I have no doubt you're creative."

The sharp contrast in temperatures jarred the Fa'e, and his cover cracked. A soft hiss of what seemed to be a little more than content escaped the steaming lips. Well this was a curious sensation.

He found he liked it.

His eyes opened (funny, he didn't remember them shutting), and he stared, hard. With a speed he rarely exhibited outside of battle and flight when others were around, Nao's hands found her hips and pushed them roughly backwards until Aylana hit counter.

"Darling, the pot is calling the kettle black." He murmured, letting the heat and sunshine in the room rush out of the air and into him, just as he lazily slipped his thumbs up under her shirt.

The lines were blurring, and he appeared to stubborn to care.

He decided that he really liked those dark blue eyes. Shivering and smirking at her teasing motions, hissing appropriately at he hair pulling. Damn, he'd have to remember that one for later.

What she said did seem to subdue him somewhat so that he could actually consider the consequences. They weighed heavily against his stubbornness and the fact that he might not come back from Mexico. He agreed with himself that he would indeed return, but that he was also here right now.

He tilted his head down and to the side, so that his damp lips were pressed against her inner wrist. And again, this time with sharp nibbles. The teen pulled back and contemplated for a moment, to make her wait. His thumbs rubbed small circles along her skin, slowly moving further South.

"You want me." He observed lazily (or as lazily as he could make himself appear), driven by the power he saw in her eyes.

The blood, he found out quickly, would be his undoing. The teen had been intrigued and amused by her reactions, as well as the odd sort of power that it brought him. The power and the magic escaping her eyes tempted and teased him, but Nao still remained confident that he could control himself from going further.

Until that beautiful metallic scent hit him. A scent that unlocked a completely different side of him. He could no longer hear her. He couldn’t even hear that little voice inside of him, though it jabbed and prodded at him from the back of his brain.

Maybe, just maybe he would have been able to keep grounded just enough to continue with their little game. After all, he had never entered these sorts of things with the actual intention of doing anything with Aylana, and up until then, he had never won one of these little challenges.

He watched her lick the blood from her lips with an intimately familiar expression that he knew all too well. That was when he lost his control. Decisively.

In a split second, his hand had snaked around the back of her neck, his thumb pressing slightly against her throat as he pulled her down to him. Maybe he had also flown up slightly to close the gap. He didn’t know. The call of her blood drove him forward, either way, and soon his lips were on hers, seeking out the metallic taste with his lips and tongue greedily. The Aztec eventually nibbled a bit himself, to encourage the continued bleeding.

Might as well milk the cow for all she was worth, after all.

The kissing felt very odd and unnatural to him, but he did it because simply licking the blood off her would have been more difficult to explain.

Somehow, through the cloudy haze in his mind that he would eventually attribute to 'blood lust' (a term he had picked up from his vampire guardian) that nagging, screaming voice in the back of his head got through. The fact that the blood had waned and she seemed to be protesting probably had a lot to do with it, too.

With her blood smeared on his lips, he pulled back with an alarming quickness. Nao's movements were clumsier than usual, and almost panicked as he realized what he had done. He had kissed Aylana. Whoopsies.

He licked the leftover blood from his lower lip. Fa'e blood tasted better than he imagined. Even though he'd never ingested it, it's flavor rang a familiar bell and comforted him. He tried not to think of the reasoning behind it all.

Abruptly, he gazed up at Aylana, cocking his head in a silent question. What that question was, he had no idea.