[Fang hummed warmly as she accepted Chariot into her lap, one arm circling protectively around her lower back and her other hand settling against a bare thigh. That request giving her another excuse to rake her eyes over her lover's attire.]

A challenge, huh. [Fang's hand dragged across her skin, finger edging along the straps around Chariot's thigh.] Guess I'll just have to make the memory so good you won't need courage to wear it.

[Fang leaned in—and despite all the hunger in her eyes and heat in her touch, the kiss she gave was exceedingly soft and tender.]

Cheers, [she whispered, after parting a hair's breadth,] to meeting you a year ago today.