[M] Things to make it all better.
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The golden fae had no experience with alcoholic beverages. The closest she’d come to imbibing something that would have had effects on her brain, were some of the teas Syliat had made for her when she contracted what her grandmother had called “shift fever” a week before her actual change. The infusion the demon wolf made had been soothing both physically and mentally and quite often put the pup asleep after a few sips. Her mother had assured her that it was for her own good, and it was to help keep her fever down. Drin had always had a strange fear of having her blood boil from that point on. Not that it was truly possible, but when she was experiencing Luperci for the first time, the child thought she was on fire.

The pretty girl watched Jiva grasp the bottle tightly in his hands. She could see he was fiddling with the plug at the end, she wasn’t sure what it was called, and witnessed that he was having some difficulty. A playful smile was building from the corner of her lips, watching him struggle was quite comical especially when his fangs lodged in the end. She covered her mouth with her left hand to hide the smile gone full grin, but just as her arm was moving up a “pop” noise erupted into the rundown house. The sudden sound startled her and her ears lay flat against her wavy locks as she grabbed for Jiva with her free hand, but she straightened up with a giggle and a slight blush. Sorry, she murmured, withdrawing her hand from its wild grab at the red male and gently cleared her throat as his hand clamped the top of the relic.

When the coast was clear and it seemed the bottle wouldn’t spew out the contents, Jiva offered her the bottle. Still a little unsure as to whether or not this was a good idea, Drin gently placed her wind chime down on a dusty table in the room and slowly relieved the mohawked male of his “burden”. Her nose gently sniffed at the slim lid of the bottle and crinkled with an abrupt sneeze. I’ve never smelled anything like it, she said in a fascinated voice before she tentatively put her mouth to the lid and cautiously tilted it back. Sweet fire ripped across her tongue as soon as the wine touched her tastebuds. Her ocean eyes widened with surprise but as she lowered the bottle they softened to pleasure. The burning sensation continued down her throat and into her belly. Wow! Whatever that was....it...it tasted good, she said as she wiped the back of her paw against her mouth and offered the bottle to JIva.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.


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