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[ Chariot moved through it, that mire within the Bond, the excitement and trepidation blending together not unlike the smokey incense, forming a veil that despite its thickness could still be seen through, to find Fang within... But the guilt was what she responded to, the most, and what she pushed against with her own assurance, her trust and love.

This was a mark for them, owned by them. No one else could claim it, claim her the way Fang was in that moment. Even if Kaede and Ramesses got their own marks, of some kind, at some point, this one would always be Fang's. She could have ownership and agency over it in a way that was so cruelly denied them both back then... ]

I know it'll hurt. But if it's you... it will also feel wonderful.

Alright.

[She respected her lover's wish, and her agency in making this decision for herself. Fang kissed the skin where her head rested and began ghosting her lips up Chariot's neck, breathing her words along the way.]

Then let's get movin', yeah? I can't do something like that cold.

[She settled for kissing that sensitive little hollow under the jaw as the hand tangled in Chariot's brilliant hair released to caress paths down her back through the thin fabric of her attire.]

[ The tie that held her hair up was loose as it was that Fang's combing pulled it all loose so easily, letting a rain of red flow over them. Chariot's breath hitched against those attentions, her body rolling, and yet...

Her hands moved up between them. Gentle pressure signaling to stop, or at least pause, as she tried to find her gumption again. ]

Let me be the one to warm you up, this time... Lay back.

[Even without the Bond, the surprise in Fang's sudden pause was palpable—for a shred of an instant she wondered if she'd done something wrong. It melted away quickly enough, her surprise replaced by intrigued curiosity.]

[Fang leaned back as told, her hands dragging slowly across Chariot's body as they retreated, and she smiled her understanding up at her Bonded with hunger. With the onset of warmer weather, Fang only wore enough to be decent; shorts and brassiere like she she wore under her sari, and her jewelry.]

I like this already.

[ It worked to Chariot's advantage, sure. It took her very little to undo and remove, able to focus most of her energy into the mood of the act instead of the action itself, unwrapping her Bonded like one would a gift, and delighting at what was within...

Once Fang's torso was bare before her, Chariot reached for one of the wine bottles in the room, pulling the cork with her teeth (which... was harder than she'd thought it'd be, but thankfully her struggle wasn't too obvious). After a small swig, she placed her thumb partially over the lip of the bottle and leaned close...

The wine was warm when she splashed it against Fang's skin, but warmer still was the tongue she lapped at the splashes with, over her chest, the peaks of her nipples, humming and savoring the mixed flavors she so adored. ]

[Well. This was different. Fang laughed softly with delight as the wine rolled over her skin, feeling the little rivulets trickle towards her neck and down across her sides. There was something a little exciting about it all, like the wine put her on salacious display for her lover in a way regular nudity didn't.]

[Fang sighed happily, gently pushing her chest up into the touch whenever Chariot's tongue passed near her nipples.]

Gettin' the best of both worlds, are you? [Her hand gently touched Chariot's fingers still gently wrapped around the neck of the bottle. Softly,] Hey. Share.

I think I'm allowed to be a lush tonight... [ Chariot chuckled, letting Fang take the bottle from her as she went back to cleaning the rest of her 'mess' away, lavishing attention over every bit of Fang's collar and chest, at least as much as she could. ]

[Drinking from the bottle was tricky from her position, but Fang managed it without anything catastrophic. Laying her head back down and basking in the attention and the warm spices of the wine, Fang quirked a smirk as an idle thought settled in her mind.]

[Gripping the bottle in the same fashion as Chariot did, Fang sprinkled more across her collar and neck, not particularly minding if it splashed her Bonded a little. Or onto the bed, for that matter. Pouring it on herself was a little trickier.]

Then convince me to let it slide.

[ A splash here and there was hardly a matter worth fussing over, not when she was in the mood she was in. She giggled brightly, lapping up each little droplet and pool along Fang's warm skin, reveling in each bit. Her collar, her neck, wherever it wound up, Chariot was there to indulge.

All the while, her hips rolled a bit more aggressively against Fang's, hungry for her, eager to get her as warmed up as she needed to be... ]

[Fang hummed a lazy moan as Chariot's attentions climbed higher on her neck, savoring in her lover's delight in their Bond as much as the sensations. Maybe they should bring wine to bed more often.]

[Her free hand threaded into crimson hair. She tugged gently to lift Chariot's head to kiss her with a quickly growing ardor, wine still heavy on both their tongues, Fang's own hips rolling eagerly back in turn. Her hand then untangled from Chariot's hair, her (filed) nails dragging down her scalp, her neck, her back firmly through the fabric of her outfit, settling on her backside.]

[ Fang's hands had such wonder to them. Their strength, their dexterity. She used them in ways that easily had Chariot crying her name, calling her pleasure to the heavens. She didn't even have to do that much...

She pushed her rear up into that hand, inviting her to clutch. She was allowing herself to control the mood, but she knew Fang couldn't simply hold still and take orders... a little give and take was necessary, and yet still just perfect for them.

But that also meant this time she'd be the first to breach touch, letting her hand move down over Fang's abs, slipping beneath fabric, and finding her fingers enveloped by the heat there, brushing through Fang's folds, almost a bit too aggressively... ]

[Well, Fang didn't require much encouragement to begin kneading and caressing with her hand.]

[Chariot's own dexterity was nothing to scoff at. Nimble fingers, those, a performer's hands, and Fang let her head fall back against the bed as they traced lower. It's not a surprise to find her wet and wanting, and "almost" too aggressive...]

[Well, "almost" she could handle. The urgency, the decisiveness, was rather refreshing really, and her hips pushed forward hungrily. Fang sighed contentedly.]

I could get used to this...

Try not to... [ Chariot chuckled, finding Fang's clit with the edge of her index finger, and rubbing along it deliberately slowly, taking her time. She didn't want Fang to get used to this... because she had no idea when she'd have the internal fortitude to even attempt it again. It needed to feel special... ]

[It was special. Fang loved it. The intimacy, of course, and yielding under her Bonded's hand to be whatever she wanted Fang to be, but... the feeling of Chariot in the Bond, most of all. She felt so free. Free to want, to act on those wants without being held back by her doubts and fears—to unabashedly be herself.]

[Fang loved this. Loved her brilliance. Loved her. And couldn't help the fleck of sadness not knowing when she'd ever see Chariot like this again.]

[If she saw her like this again.]

Tease, [Fang huffed in return, the Bond and her tone belying how much she relished it and hand squeezing her ass in retaliation. A deliciously tortuous line, not enough to do much for her except to wet her appetite with promises.]

[ Chariot sat herself up, at least partially, propping up on one arm while the other continued to shift languidly in its attentions, taking care to find Fang's clit, but also keep her pressure light, deliberate. Her hips rolled against Fang's grip, a chuckle on her breath, red locks dripping across her face from being disheveled before. ]

I want to get you worked up... I want you to bask in my shine... Until you're begging me to let you ravage me...

[ And mark her. Like she'd said before. She wanted that, perhaps, more than anything else. ]

[Fang's eyes focused on hers, attention sharp in that vibrant green. There's such a delightful promise in Chariot's smoldering tone. Something proud rose in Fang's chest, both her own and from her Turnskin instinct, a reflexive desire to challenge her lover for the right to make her beg. To make Chariot beg, herself. Fang was more than strong enough, and they both knew it.]

[But Chariot's word was stronger than any physicality of Fang's, and the image of being brought to the brink, being driven into a near-frenzy under her lover's hands was just as tantalizing.]

[That intense focus in her eyes was nearly predatory, albeit patiently.]

Then make me, [Fang lifted her head to follow Chariot's rise the best she could without lifting her shoulders from the bed—challenging her lover, but in a very different way. The weight of the half-drunk bottle was still in her other hand, and Fang was torn between tossing it on the floor and pouring the rest over herself.]

Make me wild. Make me beg. [Fang timed the sudden rock of her hips with Chariot's next lazy stroke to defiantly force more pressure into the touch, and she hissed a sigh. Excitement and hunger boil hotter in her chest with every little provocation.] Make me give you want you want.

[Fang would regardless, of course. It just seemed more fun this way.]

[ Chariot had a strong feeling her words would spark challenge within Fang. How to play at her instincts, both her natural ones and those born of her Turnskin self, was something she'd been observing for months. To learn for a moment just like this, when she'd finally have the courage to rise to that occasion. And maybe, now that that bridge had been crossed, she'd find that courage more often. But the thrill of it being so novel, of how strong Fang's reaction was, made it feel like such a satisfying payoff...

Well. For the moment. She knew it was only going to get better. Whatever Fang wound up doing with that bottle, Chariot had full intention to taste her, regardless.

First with the lips, hungry and heavy, but she barely spent a few moments there before going back again to her throat, her collar, even managing some bites of her own along the way. She could still taste the wine, still smell it mixed with Fang's musk, her blood heating up more in response.

Down over her chest, worrying each nipple, popping them from her lips, nuzzling beneath the weight of her breasts. Down to her stomach, scooting her way back over Fang's hips. Her hand was still there, still slowly stroking, but her direction was probably clear by then, too... ]

[Fang's lips chased her an inch in the wake of that fierce kiss before forcing herself to relent. The bites earned Chariot a sound halfway between a groan and a please growl. Ultimately, Fang decided to pour the last remnants of the wine as Chariot worked down, letting the spiced liquid—it left the faintest, most curious warm tingle in its wake—run between the valley of her breasts to give her lover more to enjoy across her stomach.]

[(Gods, she needed a bath after this, or the stickiness would drive her insane later.)]

[Anticipation, delight, eagerness were all present in the tension of Fang's body, even without it brimming in the Bond and the rising of her breathing. Her freehand slides again along Chariot's back as she lowers, coming to thread lightly in her hair once again.]

[ Chariot drank up the wine, drank up Fang, and still found herself thirsty. A shower was the furthest thing in her thoughts, though she knew well they'd both need one after all of this. No, she moved yet lower, hands now tugging away the last bit of Fang's sari, any bit of clothes, to leave her Bonded entirely bear for her.

Her kisses, her bites, trailed into the dip of Fang's hip, edging towards her core, literally feeling herself sweat in the heat that radiated from her lover. It wasn't long before she was drawing her tongue along her folds, fully tasting her, and finding her plan of being deliberate and slow a lot harder to hold to... ]

[They definitely needed to bring wine to bed again. It's incredibly to bask in, both the salaciousness of it all and the attentions of Chariot's wonderful tongue.]

[Fang's legs opened accordingly and one hooked behind her Bonded, heel pressing into her back. The Turnskin tilts her head back with a groan, unthinkingly pushing herself closer, lost in the pleasant buzzing warmth in her head and the rising sensation of her lover's efforts.]

[ It wouldn't help her blossoming reputation as a lush, but hey, results were results. But even if the wine had gotten this all rolling for them, Chariot's own passion and desire for Fang was what backed it all up, drawn out by the heady spices.

Fang's musk was overwhelming her senses at that point, and her attempts at slowing down were largely lost. She lavished Fang with her tongue, tasting her fully, humming against her. Entrance, clit, she could hardly keep herself focused on any one point of her. She wanted all of it. Wanted to feel more of those reactions from Fang.

It was all going to her head. ]

[And Chariot would get them. Her heavy breaths gave way to rolling low moans. The fingers tangled in her brilliant hair fisted, tugging gently, unthinkingly, needy. Keeping to what her lover originally had in mind was difficult when her words alone left Fang so charged.]

[But the moment was no less for it. Fang groaned her lover's name, writhing slowly, chasing that quickly approaching peak. ]

[ By some grace, likely a small reminder left within the Bond of the words she had only just spoken moments ago, Chariot remembered what she'd planned. Fang felt so close, the energy within the Bond frantic and desperate, and it took well more willpower than Chariot even knew she could muster to force herself to pull away, lips wet with Fang's essence.

But she had to. Because that was the point, wasn't it? This was Chariot as Fang so rarely got to see her, least of all in a moment like this. This was the Chariot, a side of herself that was so well hidden away, that she wanted to 'shine' for Fang. ]

Well... Are you ready for the next act? Are you ready for us to go into the grand finale?

[ And into the encores beyond? ]

[She growled a half-hearted protest when Chariot pulled away, her muscles coiled tight and hips rocking against the empty air. It's a delightful torture, being left hanging on that precipice, equal parts unbearable and desirous.]

[And it's exactly what she'd craved. It stoked that want boiling in her higher. So much higher than Fang didn't even think to call out how cheesy it was. ]

Yes, [Fang groaned out immediately, fingers clenching in her Bonded's hair. ] Chariot--

[ The tension in Fang was tangible through the Bond, how worked up and driven she was. Chariot had a strong inclination that she'd be completely overwhelmed the moment that energy was released, that Fang would just consume her entirely. Which... hey. Working as intended.

She licked her lips, cocking her head into that clutch in her hair, even managing a very, very, Fang-like smirk of her own. ]

Then come and get it.

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