[What a wonderful weight, Chariot piled atop her. It was all Fang could process as she gasped for breath—until her partner's cringe stirred her. Fang roused sluggishly, an arm wrapping clumsily around Chariot's waist and her other hand pressing down over her bleeding mark.]
[It's very much an automatic reaction; her nerves were still jittery, her mind spinning, and she could still taste too-sweet iron on her tongue, urging her to keep licking, biting, drinking. But it was just a whisper, and a thought-numb Fang just nuzzled the uninjured side of Chariot's neck, purring. Content, apologetic, soothing, expressing so many different things at once while Fang couldn't manage the words.]
[The world was filtering back to her, but slowly.]
[ Honestly, it was a better pain relief than any spell she could have managed in that moment. She nuzzled right back, sighing, just... drinking in the warmth of their love, soaking within the afterglow of the nova. It was incredible, what she'd just done, what Fang had inspired her to do. She wasn't certain when she'd ever be able to do that again, outside of Litha, but...
... It felt too wonderful for her not to try, someday.
When she finally found her ability to speak, all she could do was whisper a few, happy words... ]
Love you, [She mumbled back, rolling her head to bump her forehead into Chariot's. Her head then rolled back against the bed, Fang's breathing evening out and sucking in a deep breath.]
[Gods. Gods. That was incredible. She's never experienced anything like that.]
I can think of a few uses for that trick... [That little spell of hers. What a surprise that was.] You're incredible.
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[It's very much an automatic reaction; her nerves were still jittery, her mind spinning, and she could still taste too-sweet iron on her tongue, urging her to keep licking, biting, drinking. But it was just a whisper, and a thought-numb Fang just nuzzled the uninjured side of Chariot's neck, purring. Content, apologetic, soothing, expressing so many different things at once while Fang couldn't manage the words.]
[The world was filtering back to her, but slowly.]
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... It felt too wonderful for her not to try, someday.
When she finally found her ability to speak, all she could do was whisper a few, happy words... ]
Happy anniversary...
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[Gods. Gods. That was incredible. She's never experienced anything like that.]
I can think of a few uses for that trick... [That little spell of hers. What a surprise that was.] You're incredible.