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In the commune everyone had known who everyone was sleeping with, basically because everyone was mostly sleeping with everyone. Children born to the hippies didn't have much innocence when it came to the topic of sex. It was everywhere and nothing any one of them were ashamed of. To them, it was one of the most beautiful parts of life. Why would they ever feel bad for doing it? Rikka still had that mindset. She wouldn't wish anyone undue embarrassment or awkwardness, but she would never feel bad giving into her primal urges.
He didn't draw away from her touch, in fact he reciprocated it. Where his hand touched her thigh, warmth radiated out, adding to the extra heat the wine she had ingested had already produced. Maybe there wasn't a particular spark in his lavender gaze, but she was too boozed up to let anything apart from an outright objection stop her. His hands were on her too, and that was enough of a green light for the woman. Her fingers traced up his arm and then down his side, stopping to hover at his hip. "Oh, only the very best kind," she said, her eyes a smoldering gold beneath the wine induced haze. She leaned forward, lips planting a kiss on his shoulder before she nibbled at the skin teasingly.
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