[Her skin was definitely not the place to go to find warmth, Emet-Selch was realizing, but even if she was draining the heat from him after all, he wasn't about to move away. Especially not when she was shifting forward like that, causing his breath to hitch for a moment.
While the teeth dragging over his throat provoke a shiver- or was it the chill from her hands? Or the illusion of danger?
...Well, maybe it was a little threatening after all, but in a good way, a nearly exciting way. The feeling of risk, without the attached fear. It was probably reckless, but what was his life but a series of poor decisions.
Even so, he tilts his head to find her lips, covering them with his own with no little pressure. A scrape of teeth across her lower lip turns into a small bite, though he makes no attempt to pierce her skin.]
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While the teeth dragging over his throat provoke a shiver- or was it the chill from her hands? Or the illusion of danger?
...Well, maybe it was a little threatening after all, but in a good way, a nearly exciting way. The feeling of risk, without the attached fear. It was probably reckless, but what was his life but a series of poor decisions.
Even so, he tilts his head to find her lips, covering them with his own with no little pressure. A scrape of teeth across her lower lip turns into a small bite, though he makes no attempt to pierce her skin.]