[Running his hands firmly down her sides, Emet-Selch makes an amused-sounding hum at Irhya's words, vaguely surprised and even more vaguely flattered, though he assumed that any warm body would've been about as acceptable.]
I thought I heard you say you could be patient.
[There's a mild sting as her tongue presses against the small wounds she'd left, but not an unpleasant one. Tilting his head, he almost mirrors her gesture, nipping at a similar spot on her neck. And even though his pulse had had time to quiet down a bit, it was given no opportunity to calm completely, that familiar tension starting to gather once more.]
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I thought I heard you say you could be patient.
[There's a mild sting as her tongue presses against the small wounds she'd left, but not an unpleasant one. Tilting his head, he almost mirrors her gesture, nipping at a similar spot on her neck. And even though his pulse had had time to quiet down a bit, it was given no opportunity to calm completely, that familiar tension starting to gather once more.]