The lack of a tongue in Kurloz's mouth was always a bit of a surprise, and when he drew her breast in past his lips, she let out a soft, surprised sound, while she felt their separate mental tendrils reach and curl around each other as if two sets of smoky purple shadows had come together, and if it weren't for the distinct gilt edging around hers, they would have seemed inseparable. That alone was erotic to her, though his touch held a vast majority of her attention just then. her skirt was just loose and light enough where she could almost feel his touch as if there was nothing between his flesh and her own, and she felt her flush creep down from her pale cheeks, taking over her neck and down to her collarbone. She whispered his name as she dropped her hands to rest beside her head, her fingers curled towards her palms.
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Date: 2013-08-28 11:56 pm (UTC)