[ With the sash gone and everything feeling that much looser, Chariot felt pretty confident she could tug the rest away, without tearing it at least. It was such a pretty color, she didn't really want to see it destroyed, especially if it would remind her of the night they were having that much more.
For her own, she'd opted out of wearing her bodysuit and robes, maybe subconsciously wanting to have something nicer for the festival, but the blouse, vest, and skirt still had not more than buttons holding him closed, buttons that wouldn't hold up much against her bonded's strength.
Passed over the bond was the permission to do just that, meeting Fang's own lack of care, and maybe just the tiniest bit of curiosity of what it would feel like to be so ravaged beneath Fang's passion. The other time had been much slower, calm, after all, and without nearly the amount of heat and need behind it.
She didn't want Fang to hold back. She was convinced she was ready for it. ]
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For her own, she'd opted out of wearing her bodysuit and robes, maybe subconsciously wanting to have something nicer for the festival, but the blouse, vest, and skirt still had not more than buttons holding him closed, buttons that wouldn't hold up much against her bonded's strength.
Passed over the bond was the permission to do just that, meeting Fang's own lack of care, and maybe just the tiniest bit of curiosity of what it would feel like to be so ravaged beneath Fang's passion. The other time had been much slower, calm, after all, and without nearly the amount of heat and need behind it.
She didn't want Fang to hold back. She was convinced she was ready for it. ]