[Still very new? That way of phrasing it did make her wonder, if that time she'd felt had been Chariot's first... and if it hadn't, it might've been a second, from the sounds of it. Either way, a well-meaning humor rises in the Bond, almost like Fang was teasing her for it through their link than verbally.]
[But the consideration from before remained. It would've even given her pause, had Fang not had insight into what Chariot wanted—had she not been able to feel her desire and curiosity for the passion Fang harbored. Again, the turnskin trusted her Bonded to be her own judge in that regard. And their link was reassuring, besides; she'd be able to tell what her partner truly enjoyed and didn't, just from the emotional kickback, and let it guide her.]
[She sucked at the sensitive skin insistently one last time, before shifting, straddling the witch's hips and hovering over her for a moment.]
Let's figure it out, then. [Fang murmured kissing her again, hungrier than even the last time, keeping Chariot's want for her blazing intensity in mind. She kept that other want in mind too—that one that rose in response to Fang's disregard for her own clothing; her hand trailed up the witch's stomach until it found that thin connection between the two halves of the brassiere, snapping it with a firm twist of her fingers.]
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[But the consideration from before remained. It would've even given her pause, had Fang not had insight into what Chariot wanted—had she not been able to feel her desire and curiosity for the passion Fang harbored. Again, the turnskin trusted her Bonded to be her own judge in that regard. And their link was reassuring, besides; she'd be able to tell what her partner truly enjoyed and didn't, just from the emotional kickback, and let it guide her.]
[She sucked at the sensitive skin insistently one last time, before shifting, straddling the witch's hips and hovering over her for a moment.]
Let's figure it out, then. [Fang murmured kissing her again, hungrier than even the last time, keeping Chariot's want for her blazing intensity in mind. She kept that other want in mind too—that one that rose in response to Fang's disregard for her own clothing; her hand trailed up the witch's stomach until it found that thin connection between the two halves of the brassiere, snapping it with a firm twist of her fingers.]