[ Another kiss, but no hint of his fangs. Just gentle, chaste kisses. Teasing, at best, given the way he can hear Fenris's heart. ]

Mm, that's far to simple a word to capture it. I might as well try to describe the taste of a rainstorm. You're...electric and warm and perfect. As just as petrichor carries with it that familiar feeling of remembrance, there's something about you that tastes like home in a way I never expect.