Juliet asks, when she gets home after studying demons: [What, pray tell, are your findings, Sherlock?]
She has not put any blood in the microwave yet.
She'd have expected, naively, to make some noise at this point about moving slow, but apparently she doesn't code even spontaneous-orgasm-inducing biteyness as A Sex Thing To Give Very Prolonged Thought To, she just thinks it sounds nice and wishes to incorporate it into what she's up to with her life.
"I don't know what my choices are. Ballpark. Seconds, minutes, half an hour?" She thins her thread of fire where it hovers over the sea until it's just a line, and then she overdoes it and it splits; half of it fizzles and she renews it a quarter-inch thicker, then starts it to rippling.
"You said that it lasts till contact is broken - does that mean bitey contact or snacky contact or just any contact at all up to and including innocuous hand-holding?" She coils the line into a ring, joins up the ends and then splits it. It flickers again and she forces it back into existence.
This variation on the exercise is sufficiently absorbing that it occupies the rest of her practice time before she declares herself tired. It is perhaps a credit to her discipline that she didn't hurry or make this declaration earlier than she has in the past.
She sits down in the sand and tucks her wand into her hair; she's not quite as practiced as Shell Bell at that, either, but she can do it. "Between Slayer healing and - which tattoo is it that does healing, I think it was the sun one - I probably won't have a bite mark tomorrow morning, but before we know that for sure is there some non-traditional location that's easier to hide? I don't want to have to stutter at Mr. Giles explaining myself, and I think his concern would probably trump his librarian sensibilities if I showed up with a half-healed barbecue fork wound."
Her shirt today has a bit of a loose neckline. She pulls it down over one shoulder, and the bra strap with it. "Slightly left of traditional?" she asks, drawing a circle above the far edge of her collarbone with the opposite finger and looking up tentatively.
Her shaking peaks and then stops and she relaxes her hold on Sherlock and the noises fall to a low mmmmmm.
"Just snuggling and making sappy faces at each other and kissing, now, and if they were up to anything else I'd expect not to know what it was and to be asked not to come back into the room. At this point Juliet looks pretty much at him like I look at mine, but don't hand her a mirror or anything, I couldn't stop blushing for an hour after I read the visual of me the first time. The biteyness happened on the beach without me there, and as far as I know that's all that happened."