midnightstar | (Reply)

Lenalee smiled, about to chide him, before she let out a faint squeak of surprise at the nip, parting her lips instinctively. The idea of scolding him at that point couldn't be furthest from her thoughts as she was caught up with wrestling with his tongue, occasionally leaning up against him to feel him closer to her, her hands moving up his chest and following the line of the scar across his chest, over his shoulders and down his back. If anything, his hunger seemed to have intensified now after all the things they murmured to each other. She approved - enough that she shifted to push her hips against him, her legs wrapping over his.