[ He kisses her and she kisses back, her hands winding their way into his hair. It's thick and black and flecked with silver grey and, admittedly, she'd always been fond of it, even at the very beginning when it was still a pelt. The first time she won it, she'd flushed hotly with pride and then proceeded to sew it into the lining of her favorite cloak so that she could have it on her skin always.
(It was a sweet gesture, she thinks, even now.)
When they kiss, there is lip and then tongue and then teeth. (No matter how the story goes, that part's the same too.) And where there is teeth, blood follows after.
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(It was a sweet gesture, she thinks, even now.)
When they kiss, there is lip and then tongue and then teeth. (No matter how the story goes, that part's the same too.) And where there is teeth, blood follows after.
More or less; but always red. ]