[It was something of a tragedy that such a sentiment was mutual between them, each wondering how they deserved such affection. It was less a tragedy that they'd both do their damnedest to change each other's minds.]
[The Bond changed so much about this kind of intimacy. It readily fed Fang'd desire, fueled by that wonderful excitement and hunger. Seeing and hearing the reactions were reward enough, but feeling the direct result of her actions... utterly intoxicating.]
[She'd have to part from the blistering kiss soon, but not yet; it felt too important. Fang's hand returned to splay against Chariot's side, feeling—exploring, memorizing, appreciating—every contour it glided over on its path to the breast it was invited to. She kneaded it gently a couple times before her thumb brushed over that peak, back and forth and around with ghosting touchs, taunting the sensitive flesh.]
[As eager as Chariot was, Fang wanted to see how much she could draw out, how hot she could stoke that heat in her blood, how high she could bring her partner before cresting that precipice at the end of this.]
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[The Bond changed so much about this kind of intimacy. It readily fed Fang'd desire, fueled by that wonderful excitement and hunger. Seeing and hearing the reactions were reward enough, but feeling the direct result of her actions... utterly intoxicating.]
[She'd have to part from the blistering kiss soon, but not yet; it felt too important. Fang's hand returned to splay against Chariot's side, feeling—exploring, memorizing, appreciating—every contour it glided over on its path to the breast it was invited to. She kneaded it gently a couple times before her thumb brushed over that peak, back and forth and around with ghosting touchs, taunting the sensitive flesh.]
[As eager as Chariot was, Fang wanted to see how much she could draw out, how hot she could stoke that heat in her blood, how high she could bring her partner before cresting that precipice at the end of this.]