[ That gives her a nice little shiver, from where his lips meet her neck outward and toward her nape. It's the intimacy, the conversation, how the fantasy stuck with her and never quite floated back to the surface. She doesn't even know how it'd work, but maybe that's part of the appeal. Someone with better insight of Cellar's odd attraction to power would put their finger right on the button. ]
Assistant, student, fangirl. [ Shifting so her lips and teeth touch his earlobe. ] Anything the witch wants, anywhere the witch wants.
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Assistant, student, fangirl. [ Shifting so her lips and teeth touch his earlobe. ] Anything the witch wants, anywhere the witch wants.