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-- 17. rain kiss

In all of the scenarios Daniel had imagined, he certainly had never been the one to initiate anything; Perhaps it had been the overwhelming feeling of satisfaction from feeding that pushed him. He stared down at the lifeless body at his feet, the rain pounding down relentlessly upon it. His hair hung limp in his eyes. The blood from his victim stained his hands, yet the rain began to wash it away in diluted rivulets that clung to his fingertips. It still coated his tongue. In mindless haste, he turned to Lestat and grasped him by the shoulders, his garments sopping from the passing storm. He leaned into the surprising warmth of his companion, and kissed him then —fiercely— fingers curling into damp fabric and blonde locks. Funny, how he had even surprised himself by his actions.