"I had heard that," Emily says thoughtfully. "But it's always better to get some first hand experience isn't it?"
Emily's eyes dart around the vampire's face, and the punk bites her lip. That low growl from her chest happens again. It's almost bestial.
The werewolf suppresses a gasp. "I don't know about that... But I'm going to the bathroom." She pulls away from the foot, runs a tattooed arm along the edge of the table, and up along Mable's arm, planting a kiss on her head. "Don't do anything I wouldnt 'do..." Emily whispers in her ear.
There werewolf slinks off, adding more shake to her hips than was natural.