[She leans in as he arches his back and bares his throat to her, kissing his pulse as she carefully traces the feathers of the other wing, offering up the same attention as she'd given its twin. She huffs a laugh against his skin, letting the hand at his shoulder slip below her shawl to fan out against his chest.]
How am I mean... for helping you with an itch...? [She murmurs against his throat, nipping his skin before drawing on it but not enough to leave a mark.]
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How am I mean... for helping you with an itch...? [She murmurs against his throat, nipping his skin before drawing on it but not enough to leave a mark.]