[It was special. Fang loved it. The intimacy, of course, and yielding under her Bonded's hand to be whatever she wanted Fang to be, but... the feeling of Chariot in the Bond, most of all. She felt so free. Free to want, to act on those wants without being held back by her doubts and fears—to unabashedly be herself.]
[Fang loved this. Loved her brilliance. Loved her. And couldn't help the fleck of sadness not knowing when she'd ever see Chariot like this again.]
[If she saw her like this again.]
Tease, [Fang huffed in return, the Bond and her tone belying how much she relished it and hand squeezing her ass in retaliation. A deliciously tortuous line, not enough to do much for her except to wet her appetite with promises.]
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[Fang loved this. Loved her brilliance. Loved her. And couldn't help the fleck of sadness not knowing when she'd ever see Chariot like this again.]
[If she saw her like this again.]
Tease, [Fang huffed in return, the Bond and her tone belying how much she relished it and hand squeezing her ass in retaliation. A deliciously tortuous line, not enough to do much for her except to wet her appetite with promises.]