[ Illicitly moving from one faction to the other has presented Julie with a strange honeymoon phase of peace, which she is completely unaccustomed to, now. Her personal relationships are not in free-fall, no one she knows is on death's doorstep, she no longer has to spend all her time either working or losing herself in magic, and the world is not in complete chaos. It has been over two years since she had anything like that, and she's not sure if she can actually believe she deserves it. But she can take it, for sure. Who knows when it will end? Probably not next week.
When she pulls away to catch a breath, head thrown back and chest heaving, her grin is red and swollen from his teeth. She slows, grinds back and forth with an airy mewl, and glances around. From several feet away, one of the bottles of wine begins to float toward them; she accepts the bottle from her third hand and uncorks it, takes a parched drink, then offers it to him as she leans to scrape her teeth along his neck. ]
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Who knows when it will end? Probably not next week.When she pulls away to catch a breath, head thrown back and chest heaving, her grin is red and swollen from his teeth. She slows, grinds back and forth with an airy mewl, and glances around. From several feet away, one of the bottles of wine begins to float toward them; she accepts the bottle from her third hand and uncorks it, takes a parched drink, then offers it to him as she leans to scrape her teeth along his neck. ]