[Fang's lips chased her an inch in the wake of that fierce kiss before forcing herself to relent. The bites earned Chariot a sound halfway between a groan and a please growl. Ultimately, Fang decided to pour the last remnants of the wine as Chariot worked down, letting the spiced liquid—it left the faintest, most curious warm tingle in its wake—run between the valley of her breasts to give her lover more to enjoy across her stomach.]
[(Gods, she needed a bath after this, or the stickiness would drive her insane later.)]
[Anticipation, delight, eagerness were all present in the tension of Fang's body, even without it brimming in the Bond and the rising of her breathing. Her freehand slides again along Chariot's back as she lowers, coming to thread lightly in her hair once again.]
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[(Gods, she needed a bath after this, or the stickiness would drive her insane later.)]
[Anticipation, delight, eagerness were all present in the tension of Fang's body, even without it brimming in the Bond and the rising of her breathing. Her freehand slides again along Chariot's back as she lowers, coming to thread lightly in her hair once again.]