[Fang hummed a lazy moan as Chariot's attentions climbed higher on her neck, savoring in her lover's delight in their Bond as much as the sensations. Maybe they should bring wine to bed more often.]
[Her free hand threaded into crimson hair. She tugged gently to lift Chariot's head to kiss her with a quickly growing ardor, wine still heavy on both their tongues, Fang's own hips rolling eagerly back in turn. Her hand then untangled from Chariot's hair, her (filed) nails dragging down her scalp, her neck, her back firmly through the fabric of her outfit, settling on her backside.]
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[Her free hand threaded into crimson hair. She tugged gently to lift Chariot's head to kiss her with a quickly growing ardor, wine still heavy on both their tongues, Fang's own hips rolling eagerly back in turn. Her hand then untangled from Chariot's hair, her (filed) nails dragging down her scalp, her neck, her back firmly through the fabric of her outfit, settling on her backside.]