"Most of the time," she murmurs, after a quiet intake of breath.
She half-smiles against the top of his head; plants a kiss between his horn stumps.
She amends, more honestly: "Sometimes."
She slides her hands along either side of his jaw and tips his head back up, and -- up on her knees, momentarily (barely) the taller of the two of them -- she lowers her chin to kiss him. She throws a leg over him and slips into his lap, pressing close, and not letting up on that kiss for a second.
Until she mouths down his chin, his throat, his broad chest, her hands moving along with her lips; running down his skin, hot fingers brushing a nipple.
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She half-smiles against the top of his head; plants a kiss between his horn stumps.
She amends, more honestly: "Sometimes."
She slides her hands along either side of his jaw and tips his head back up, and -- up on her knees, momentarily (barely) the taller of the two of them -- she lowers her chin to kiss him. She throws a leg over him and slips into his lap, pressing close, and not letting up on that kiss for a second.
Until she mouths down his chin, his throat, his broad chest, her hands moving along with her lips; running down his skin, hot fingers brushing a nipple.