[Drinking from the bottle was tricky from her position, but Fang managed it without anything catastrophic. Laying her head back down and basking in the attention and the warm spices of the wine, Fang quirked a smirk as an idle thought settled in her mind.]
[Gripping the bottle in the same fashion as Chariot did, Fang sprinkled more across her collar and neck, not particularly minding if it splashed her Bonded a little. Or onto the bed, for that matter. Pouring it on herself was a little trickier.]
no subject
[Gripping the bottle in the same fashion as Chariot did, Fang sprinkled more across her collar and neck, not particularly minding if it splashed her Bonded a little. Or onto the bed, for that matter. Pouring it on herself was a little trickier.]
Then convince me to let it slide.