[ Her costume falls in tatters around her feet, bits still looped around her wrists and ankles. He kisses her and she grabs his face with her nails digging in, her other hand pulling so impatiently at his shirt that it begins to tear at the neck. Everything about the way she moves is vicious and desperate; she bites at his lips and pulls back against his fingers in her hair. He's got her pinned too well for her to actually do much more, but she rocks onto his thigh as she gasps for breath, looking up at him with blown-out eyes. ]
Baby.
[ It's all she says, and her voice is more growl than purr. She's not fighting him for dominance, but she's staring at him like she might try to eat him alive. ]
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Baby.
[ It's all she says, and her voice is more growl than purr. She's not fighting him for dominance, but she's staring at him like she might try to eat him alive. ]