[The kiss completed a circuit; each touch of her fingers against Chariot's shoulders, each stroke of her hair echoed back through the Bond as if Kaede were the one to feel those things. The love she felt for Chariot, and the love she felt for her, all blended into a cyclical whole.
There was no more room in her heart for anything else, right now. The lingering doubts, the guilt, had been chased away elsewhere. They'd be back, recurrent as the tides chasing the moon. But that time wasn't now.
Kaede pulled the Witch closer to her, less a possessive grasp and more a desirous one. More touches, alive and warm. More kisses sweet as wine.]
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There was no more room in her heart for anything else, right now. The lingering doubts, the guilt, had been chased away elsewhere. They'd be back, recurrent as the tides chasing the moon. But that time wasn't now.
Kaede pulled the Witch closer to her, less a possessive grasp and more a desirous one. More touches, alive and warm. More kisses sweet as wine.]