[ Such a beautiful thing Louis is like this, framed against the wall and held in place by Lestat’s own body, lit by the moonlight and looking up at Lestat like he’d like nothing better than for the boundaries between their two souls to crumble so that they could become one being. Or perhaps that’s what Lestat himself wants… it might be Lestat’s romantic mind at work, but he’s sure he can see his own desires reflected back in Louis eyes.

Louis gets his wish, of course; when Lestat feels his flesh teased under the sharp point of Louis’ fang he groans with the effort of resistance for no reason other than wanting to drag their time together out a little longer… And then when he speaks, his mouth falls a little open, and he backs off to study Louis’ expression once more.

There’s no misery there, no hurt or resentful jealousy as he’s seen before… in fact his expression has hardly changed, and Lestat is confused for a moment before he realises that this comment is merely the product of an evening spent wanting after someone constantly in the arms of others. It isn’t targeted, it isn’t even meant to make him feel bad… it’s simply Louis being honest, in the only way Louis can. ]

I don’t think there’s a soul here wondering that, at least not those who have seen the way I look at you.

[ He presses a kiss under Louis’ ear, over the throb of his pulse. Possessive. ]

Does it bother you so much what other people think, my heart?