[She had never been so attracted to Chariot as this one singular moment.]
[She wore Fang's own expression so well. It stoked her adoration and lust to a bright fever pitch, and Fang couldn't not answer. The empty bottle dropped from her grasp, and this time she tugged fiercely, demandingly. Move up. Now.]
[And her free hand would flash out if Chariot complied, snagging her wrist and insistently guiding it back to her core.]
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[She wore Fang's own expression so well. It stoked her adoration and lust to a bright fever pitch, and Fang couldn't not answer. The empty bottle dropped from her grasp, and this time she tugged fiercely, demandingly. Move up. Now.]
[And her free hand would flash out if Chariot complied, snagging her wrist and insistently guiding it back to her core.]