This was not going as Monty had thought it would go. He had figured that at most they would trade snipes and ultimately work through their task of the night. That it would be enough for the annoying sensation of feelings to be sated for another few months. None of that seemed to be coming to pass, though. Instead, it was becoming harder to think of Ishmael being elsewhere the more Ishmael stayed.

Monty winced as the vampire grasped his arm. Then why don't you leave, was on the tip of Monty's tongue. Ishmael could easily leave and just not come back. He went off on his own often enough that Monty knew he had some other things going on that didn't involve him or the rest of their montley criminal crew. Instead of pointing any of this out, Monty grabbed onto the back of Ishmael's head, pressing his lips against his with heated, raw passion.