Why did knowing that Amina had no mates that she was fond of or hung up on make him feel happy? That was the only way he could describe the rumble of emotion in his chest, watching the way her face changed in the dimness from his alarm clock. His possessiveness was being satisfied, knowing she had no others that she pined for. All at once, he realized he didn't want to buy a male sap or any other sap for that matter, fearing how it might affect Amina's loyalty and dedication to him. She could be a little mouthy and passive-aggressive but she'd washed his clothes for him and fed a stranger to make him happy.
Her question was not surprising and Howe sighed through his nose, thinking again of the pretty Frith woman he'd spent time with last night. "Not really," he admitted. "She was fun...all up until she wasn't anymore." He didn't know how to explain the complexities of how Frith chose lovers. Normally, without Amina here, Leah would have been fine. Howe would have brought her home many more times over the next few months or a year before they'd both get bored of each other and part amiably. A lover wasn't something permanent and he didn't have to love anyone to take pleasure in their company and intimacy. But the fact that Amina disliked her added onto the petty little things that he'd found irritating gave him reason enough to throw Leah away, mentally and emotionally, earlier than he would have otherwise.
"I didn't like that she asked to bite you," he told Amina truthfully. "On a first date even." He didn't excuse his behavior or explain why it would have been rude for him to refuse her. Looking at Amina again, petting her face with the back of his curled fingers, Howe finally said, "She didn't make me as happy as you do." He wanted to kiss her then, their faces already mere inches apart, but thinking that he was probably just hungry, Howe instead moved forward to put his face against her neck. Teeth slid into her vein easily, a soft moan of delight coming from his chest as her blood burst forth from the wound, filling him with her life. His arm slipped behind her back, stroking between her shoulder blades as he fed, her bare breasts squishing against his chest as he held her securely to him.
When he was done, closing the wound with a few gentle laps of his tongue, Howe finally left the bed. There was a comfort in Amina being near as he got dressed in his work clothes and Amina stayed in the room to remake the bed for him. Almost like they didn't have to talk to take pleasure in each other's company. Howe finished his routine with shaving and brushing his teeth in the bathroom, checking his watch as he left the tiny room to approach Amina and tell her goodbye for the night.
"Alright, I gotta go, little sap," he said distractedly, patting himself to search for his keys and digging them out of his pocket. "Be good and keep the house clean. Feel free to have a chocolate. You deserve it." And then he bent slightly, giving her a loving smooch on the lips--
Howe drew back and blinked, frowning in confusion to himself. Well...that felt uncomfortably natural. So natural in fact, it didn't occur to him until it happened that he shouldn't kiss his sap on the lips in saying goodbye to her. There was a slight pickup in his breathing as he finally looked at Amina, frowning at her, searching her face for an explanation. But she just looked back, lips slight pursed and looking kissable.
It wasn't a conscious decision he made to kiss her again, more insistent this time, keys dropped on the floor as his hands came to cradle her face. She tasted so good and her mouth was so much softer and warmer than Leah's had been. It was almost like the wound on her neck he'd been drinking from, her taste still infusing every inch of the orifice. There was an element of loss of control as Howe indirectly pushed her back, letting her shoulders hit the wall, his body following to crush her against it. He was careful, gentle, knowing his strength could kill her if he exerted enough of it. Lips dancing with hers, his body melted against her, every part of him that touched her, hardened and lit on fire from her heat.
Blindly, his hand searched the wall for the button for her door, letting it open with a soft sigh, again, no-decision-making as he gently coaxed her towards the opening with his hands and body. When he had Amina on her bed, kissing her hotly, he finally drew back with some sense restored. And guilt and shame coating him like paint poured over his shoulders. Half kneeling on her bed, supported by his hands, Howe hung his head as he hovered over her, trying to catch his breath and stop himself from the overwhelming tumult of emotion raging inside him. This wasn't right...but it felt right. He'd just fucked Leah last night! he chided himself mentally, wincing as he internally answered himself: he wasn't lonely. It wasn't stress and it wasn't a lack of social interaction that had him starved for intimacy. ...he was attracted to his sap.
When he picked his head up, his eyes were glossy with his internal struggle, and he sighed through his nose, pressing his lips together as he looked at Amina. "I...can't keep doing this..." he told her, his voice soft and open. "I..." he shook his head and turned from her in a brief moment of shame, having to clear his throat when he continued. "I can't trust myself to stop anymore. ...I'm sorry. I think I have to take you back." The sellet he'd gotten her from would take her back, there was no question in his mind. But even as he said it, he internally rebelled against it.
Did she understand? Could she understand what it was that he wanted? Or was she as powerless as he thought? His eyes searched her face, hovering half on her bed, one foot planted on the floor, the other bent on her mattress, his hands supporting himself as he leaned towards her. "Tell me to stop, Amina," he said. "Tell me what you want." Asking her to give him orders. Boundaries? What were those?