[ They have- some time at least. Her own kisses grow more heated and fingers move to his hair and she tugs his hips against hers as she backs up against the counter because of course she's addicted to his needy kisses. ]
You're insatiable. Am I the appetizer now?
[ Her breaths are growing more shallow, but also. Food, focus on food!! ]
[He murmurs against her mouth, and he's going to try and haul her up on the counter; he's already forgotten about the stew. But then again, he has the object permanence of a peanut, and why would he even think about dinner when he has already has dessert?]
[Normally he'd take and take and take what he wants, but it's a testament to how much Megumi has domesticated him that he has at least one (1) brain cell internalizing that mmmmmaybe she has other priorities.
Hm. Instead of flipping her skirts up, he presses kisses at her cheek, down her jaw, inhaling her scent and her hair.]
Language. [Murmured, one hand sneaking between them to get a grope at a breast, before he opens his mouth to bite down at her neck, because he want to mark her and for it to bruise so no stupid cat will get any ideas--]
[ The grope gets a little squeaked giggle out of her, and before she can protest she said nothing wrong, her breath catches at the bite- and it's testament to how much she trusts him enough now to allow it.
It's a big deal to bare your neck to someone and not expect them to tear it out, after all (hot.)
But she whimpers, cheeks going red and a hand to the back of his head under his ponytail, before she turns her head to her side to kiss his temple and try and avoid his horn. ]
[Rumbled against her skin, as he laps at the bite not-at-all-apologetically. He stays there for a bit, actually, face tucked into the crook of her neck, arms around her waist, the two of them pressed together.]
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You're insatiable. Am I the appetizer now?
[ Her breaths are growing more shallow, but also. Food, focus on food!! ]
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[He murmurs against her mouth, and he's going to try and haul her up on the counter; he's already forgotten about the stew. But then again, he has the object permanence of a peanut, and why would he even think about dinner when he has already has dessert?]
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Bloody Hells- if you keep teasing, we'll never get to starting the stew-
[ Tail wrapping around his shoulder now, tugging his face up to kiss his bottom lip and release it- ]
If mine stomach makes a sound during this, you don't get to continue, love! I'm hungry.
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Hm. Instead of flipping her skirts up, he presses kisses at her cheek, down her jaw, inhaling her scent and her hair.]
Language. [Murmured, one hand sneaking between them to get a grope at a breast, before he opens his mouth to bite down at her neck, because he want to mark her and for it to bruise so no stupid cat will get any ideas--]
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It's a big deal to bare your neck to someone and not expect them to tear it out, after all (hot.)
But she whimpers, cheeks going red and a hand to the back of his head under his ponytail, before she turns her head to her side to kiss his temple and try and avoid his horn. ]
Is mine Moonlight feeling possessive?
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[Rumbled against her skin, as he laps at the bite not-at-all-apologetically. He stays there for a bit, actually, face tucked into the crook of her neck, arms around her waist, the two of them pressed together.]
If you leave me I'll kill you.
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Haven't gone anywhere all this time, have I?
[ Nipping his ear tip. ]
Even if I liked anyone else, I'd still love you the most, you know.