[ And come to him she does, slow and gentle, unlike the raging weather around them.
Their lips meet. It'd be lovely to see his face the whole time, but she also closes her eyes eventually, her hand cradling the back of his head, her fingers burrowed in his red fur of hair. A chaste kiss that soon becomes far from that, because her tongue will draw a line between his lips next, trying to probe her way in.
Chroma starts circling like their warm breaths, and she quickly grows addicted to it. ]
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Their lips meet. It'd be lovely to see his face the whole time, but she also closes her eyes eventually, her hand cradling the back of his head, her fingers burrowed in his red fur of hair. A chaste kiss that soon becomes far from that, because her tongue will draw a line between his lips next, trying to probe her way in.
Chroma starts circling like their warm breaths, and she quickly grows addicted to it. ]