[At first, somewhere in his mind, there's a vague assumption that the light being cast upon them is coming from a distant firework now that the sun has finally given way to the night. And so, he thinks nothing of it at first, too focused on the feel of her around him and the taste of her skin. But there is no telltale whistle of its ascent nor crack or pop to mark its end, and the light seems to linger steadily rather than flickering back into the dark. It's then that his eyes are finally drawn to the wings she's created, and it seems that she now more than ever looks the part of the ethereal being he treats her as when they are together like this.]
[Those wings are a piece of her performance, no doubt, but there is an honesty to them as well. Chariot allowing herself to be uninhibited and express their pleasure and their love in whatever form or fashion feels right to her. They seem a perfect reflection of their love, of how far she's come since they first met, since the first time they made love. He praises her because how could he not? She is so beautiful and feels so good, and they are so deeply connected to one another right now...]
[Ramesses kisses move up along her neck now, his grip on her waist remaining tight and firm as his other hand slips between them. It's now that he teases her for the first time, his fingers encircling her clit a few times, only giving it the barest of touches. And although she's made it immensely difficult to concentrate at this point, he still has enough of it to send little pulses of his own mana through his fingertips each time he comes so close to rubbing her clit. It's the most Ramesses is willing to do without Chariot's explicit instructions (not pleas) or her hand over his.]
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[Those wings are a piece of her performance, no doubt, but there is an honesty to them as well. Chariot allowing herself to be uninhibited and express their pleasure and their love in whatever form or fashion feels right to her. They seem a perfect reflection of their love, of how far she's come since they first met, since the first time they made love. He praises her because how could he not? She is so beautiful and feels so good, and they are so deeply connected to one another right now...]
[Ramesses kisses move up along her neck now, his grip on her waist remaining tight and firm as his other hand slips between them. It's now that he teases her for the first time, his fingers encircling her clit a few times, only giving it the barest of touches. And although she's made it immensely difficult to concentrate at this point, he still has enough of it to send little pulses of his own mana through his fingertips each time he comes so close to rubbing her clit. It's the most Ramesses is willing to do without Chariot's explicit instructions (not pleas) or her hand over his.]