[No stammering, no flustering—Fang hadn't been expecting her motions to slow. Green eyes flicked up to meet red, a delighted amusement meeting that intensity.]
[Fang cocked her head to the side, her mouth crooking up at the corner.]
Tease.
[But warmth and affection filled that complaint—if it could be called a complaint. Fang loved teasing, and being teased.]
no subject
[Fang cocked her head to the side, her mouth crooking up at the corner.]
Tease.
[But warmth and affection filled that complaint—if it could be called a complaint. Fang loved teasing, and being teased.]