( the tug to her braid makes her chuckle, the dissuasion clearly expected even if she has her complaints about being torn away from his neck. it's for the best to keep her from pushing him more than she already has, but she can't help it.
and just as she's about to voice said complaint, he catches her parted lips in a kiss. between the pleasant sting of the pull to her hair and the taste of him on her tongue, can he really blame her for the pleased rumble in her throat? the long lick of tongue along the line of his teeth?
well, far from quiet. but it's shut her up for now. )
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and just as she's about to voice said complaint, he catches her parted lips in a kiss. between the pleasant sting of the pull to her hair and the taste of him on her tongue, can he really blame her for the pleased rumble in her throat? the long lick of tongue along the line of his teeth?
well, far from quiet. but it's shut her up for now. )