As if this was his first time, Ruth had to give him a look, “It would be a bold choice, the first time around, if I forgot such a thing.” Though in the right circumstances.. No, best he kept his attention on the docile thing in front of him. Plates cleared, Ruth drew the vial of oil to one side, out of danger of being accidentally knocked off and all they had was spit. He had a good mouth on him, but the oil provided was a much simpler means of getting to where they’d eventually end up.
Returning, Ruth’s hands rested on either side, thumbs tracing lightly. Maybe it was for his amusement, to continue the torment, but as he admired the colour returning into his face, Ruth again grinned. “Now, where were we... that's right, lips, yes?” An arm would sweep behind the archivist and in one motion, Ruth pulled him back, claiming his lips again as hips pressed against Faeyln's.
Returning, Ruth’s hands rested on either side, thumbs tracing lightly. Maybe it was for his amusement, to continue the torment, but as he admired the colour returning into his face, Ruth again grinned. “Now, where were we... that's right, lips, yes?” An arm would sweep behind the archivist and in one motion, Ruth pulled him back, claiming his lips again as hips pressed against Faeyln's.
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