your hands are scarred from murder

MAEA

She had become quite addicted to the taste of whiskey and cigarettes. One or the other on its own might have become overpowering, noxious and stale, but like this? Blended with the sweetness of his tongue? Oh, it was lovely, and she couldn't quite get enough of it. His mouth opened to let her in, his tongue tangling with hers, and she savored it for a while, just drowned in the feeling of his warm breath, the slickness of his mouth... the recollection of what his tongue had felt like inside of her enough to draw a shuddering sigh from her. With his fingers in her hair, eyes closed to the world, she knew nothing of dawns or fading nights, didn't care to know of anything but him.

Her nail scraped down his membraneous wings, and the reaction she got was instantaneous, visceral, and very interesting. Maea bit her lip to hide her smirk, not even that upset he broke the kiss. Even though it was very nice indeed. "Oh... alright. Then, how about.. here..?" A little impishly, she mimicked the motion on his other side, running another nail along the membrane there as well. A little more firmly this time, the scratch slightly longer, more lingering.

Just to see what would happen. Call it a scientific experiment. She too recalled the way he'd whined about his scratched fin... though this seemed a wholly different kind of sensitivity.

Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond

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