nekare

Fiiiiinally, I finished this! And I actually kinda like the way it turned out. Now, I don't like sounding whiny, but I would really, really appreciate some feedback on this, I'd never written Original fic directly in English before. (And there are kinda-but-not zombies! Isn't that enough of an incentive? *g*)

Title: Let Me Take A Taste Right Off Your Lips
Rating: R
Word Count: 2786
Summary: There’s something about Liam, and that’s why she keeps on seeing him even when she knows he’s been dead for 89 years.
Author Notes: Written for my dearest moonix, whose prompt was: I'm thinking cannibalism a ghost-story. Like, involuntarily voluntary ghost/human porn, you know? I do hope you like it, hon, I sure enjoyed writing it. :)

( She spends an hour waiting for him, lying on the grave that has his name written on copper, staring at the autumn sky with her hands falling over the edges and resting on pure air.... )