[ It's his own fault, for seducing her with such sweetly-placed little kisses-- Yang's kiss is both heated and hungry, her thumbs brushing against the horn at his neck, as though she's desperate for touch, all manner of contact right now.
Okay, so maybe she'd challenged him, but she's not bothering to think about it. Instead, she's stepping backwards and drawing him closer, possibly trying to guide him closer to the dark shape that's his couch. ]
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Okay, so maybe she'd challenged him, but she's not bothering to think about it. Instead, she's stepping backwards and drawing him closer, possibly trying to guide him closer to the dark shape that's his couch. ]