[ There is something more novel and exciting about the sharing of blood than there is about the kisses, and Lauralae finds it heady, wanting more and more of it without being able to find the proper terms to make the demand. At least Cellar seems equally wanting for it, and it drags her closer, fingers slipping around her body to lean close - or she would, if the woman stayed in place.
But she is moving, falling to her knees, her back to the wall, before her eyes widen. ]
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But she is moving, falling to her knees, her back to the wall, before her eyes widen. ]
You - I -
[ Words wobbling, she makes a soft noise. ]
This is your pleasure?