[Kaede could feel Chariot moving, feel the echo of the rough texture of the wicker basket and the smooth bottle glass through her palms, the Bond, and to Kaede. She heard the cork open, felt the kiss break. But the other woman didn't give her much of a chance to settle back against the tree before capturing her mouth again, the wine sweetening the kiss physical instead of flowery metaphor.
The Chimera made a little surprised noise when the liquid trickled into her mouth, spiced and heady. And she shivered a little when Chariot's tongue traced the edges of her mouth. Kaede's fingertips twitched, the hand in the Witch's soft red hair curling against the back of her head and lingering there. She molded herself even further to her lover's body, providing a cushion against the bark of the tree and the roots beneath.]
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The Chimera made a little surprised noise when the liquid trickled into her mouth, spiced and heady. And she shivered a little when Chariot's tongue traced the edges of her mouth. Kaede's fingertips twitched, the hand in the Witch's soft red hair curling against the back of her head and lingering there. She molded herself even further to her lover's body, providing a cushion against the bark of the tree and the roots beneath.]