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wc 277. wotd: mignon. End it here?
One of her greater nightmares was not being able to respond to his caresses adequately. This wasn't the ideal situation for love declarations- all she could wrap her thoughts around was the devoted manner with which he spoke, and the intensity of his gaze. It apparently took some time for her words to register in his mind- Lilin couldn't help but briefly wonder if her assertion had been a figment of her imagination or if he'd simply been too distraught to hear any of it. A worried frown tugged at the corners of her lips when his ears adopted a horizontal position; the Soulstorm heir was clearly taken aback by her beau's reaction. Her confusion escalated dramatically for several seconds, a period of time during which she held her breath. Should she have repeated it?
Her receivers were about to mirror an angle identical to Saul's when his maw finally stretched into the biggest smile she'd ever seen. Lilin exhaled audibly, visibly relieved by the dreamy grin adorning his face. Her co-leader's reaction was mignon, there was no denying it. She anticipated what came next; the forward lean that brought his face to hers, his need to seal this moment with a kiss. Feeble arms wrapped around his neck. Her body aches were nearly forgotten for the duration of their embrace, during which she granted him access to her lips. They connected briefly, alternating between the delicate graze of her mouth against his and the consecutive, tender licks lavishing his muzzle. Unlike the first time they'd kissed, lust held no significant role in her actions. This was an unspoken promise; she was his and he was hers.