[The words but would you enjoy it stop right at her teeth. She looks at him, and knows that if she has the wrong reaction, makes the wrong kind of noise, he won't hate her for it, but it'll be a thorn in his side. He loves her, and he loves completely, she knows that.
But he's a man. And he's one who is giving her something vulnerable.
She slides a little closer to him, and runs her fingers over that mark.
There is a ripple in her hair, though. Orange that shimmers, a flash of amber in her eyes. That's the rage, the fury that someone would touch him like that, without his consent. That he didn't have a choice.]
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But he's a man. And he's one who is giving her something vulnerable.
She slides a little closer to him, and runs her fingers over that mark.
There is a ripple in her hair, though. Orange that shimmers, a flash of amber in her eyes. That's the rage, the fury that someone would touch him like that, without his consent. That he didn't have a choice.]
How long have you held onto that, lion?
[Does anyone else know?]