[ The tie that held her hair up was loose as it was that Fang's combing pulled it all loose so easily, letting a rain of red flow over them. Chariot's breath hitched against those attentions, her body rolling, and yet...
Her hands moved up between them. Gentle pressure signaling to stop, or at least pause, as she tried to find her gumption again. ]
Let me be the one to warm you up, this time... Lay back.
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Her hands moved up between them. Gentle pressure signaling to stop, or at least pause, as she tried to find her gumption again. ]
Let me be the one to warm you up, this time... Lay back.