[She moves her chin, to press a kiss to his chest, and then up to his throat, and then to his mouth.]
I can go for a few days.
[She can't always, and she'll probably make everyone crazy by leaving, but at the same time, when it's the two of them together, when they're able to be the most feral, when she's in a pair of trousers and there are no expectations, when they can be as loud and as quiet as they want, it makes them both happier, easier to deal with later.
Her skin goosebumps a little under his fingers.]
You didn't answer me earlier, lion.
How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?
[ Those kisses feel incredibly good, moreso with the pressure of her body on top of him. He loves the sensation of her mouth on his bare chest, and the question makes him snort in amusement. ]
Why would you ask me that when you're the only one who can answer?
[ His fingers trail up and down her spine, and he tilts his head a little like he's feeling thoughtful, or mischievous, and his grin broadens a little more. ]
But I think you've just never known a man like me.
[She takes that moment, quiet just for a second, watching his mouth with the intensity of a cat watching prey. Her own lips quirk, as she looks up at him.]
You're right.
I've met shifters and kinfolk and not a single one of them can hold a candle to you. Don't let that go to your head, lion.
[She tips her head a little, quirks it, so she really does look like a cat.]
And certainly none of them can make my cunt as wet.
[She kisses him fast before he can growl in reply.]
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I can go for a few days.
[She can't always, and she'll probably make everyone crazy by leaving, but at the same time, when it's the two of them together, when they're able to be the most feral, when she's in a pair of trousers and there are no expectations, when they can be as loud and as quiet as they want, it makes them both happier, easier to deal with later.
Her skin goosebumps a little under his fingers.]
You didn't answer me earlier, lion.
How do you make me feel like a green girl every time you touch me?
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Why would you ask me that when you're the only one who can answer?
[ His fingers trail up and down her spine, and he tilts his head a little like he's feeling thoughtful, or mischievous, and his grin broadens a little more. ]
But I think you've just never known a man like me.
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You're right.
I've met shifters and kinfolk and not a single one of them can hold a candle to you. Don't let that go to your head, lion.
[She tips her head a little, quirks it, so she really does look like a cat.]
And certainly none of them can make my cunt as wet.
[She kisses him fast before he can growl in reply.]