[ Her head turns to that heat that she sees that heat hum in his skin, far paler than her own after all, it's easy to measure. That pleased little sound that works out from him as she settles underneath him, pushing up into his hair and hook through it. Not a forceful yank but a gentle encouragement for him to tilt his head up so she could find those scars for herself.
Traces that little bit up before she curves into him, to put her mouth on his skin. Open-mouthed kisses that a drag of lips and tongue and warm wet heat to him. The arch of her back into his hold that's a little oh - a tiger sated with its meal as she turns just enough where she's pushed his collar back to sink her teeth in so very, very carefully into him. A crescent moon press of her teeth into collar bone. A rumbling hum of contentment into him that feels like it isn't from her lungs, but vibrates through her bones. Her eyes lazy with the mead the taste of his mouth on hers. ]
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Traces that little bit up before she curves into him, to put her mouth on his skin. Open-mouthed kisses that a drag of lips and tongue and warm wet heat to him. The arch of her back into his hold that's a little oh - a tiger sated with its meal as she turns just enough where she's pushed his collar back to sink her teeth in so very, very carefully into him. A crescent moon press of her teeth into collar bone. A rumbling hum of contentment into him that feels like it isn't from her lungs, but vibrates through her bones. Her eyes lazy with the mead the taste of his mouth on hers. ]