[Giving Merida little room to move, Lancer's middle and index finger found her clit and with a bit of determination, he focused just on that. Drawing his chin a bit lower, Lancer kissed at the lining of her chin just as she began to breathily continue naming the runes. He would make it more complex, he supposed. His free hand lowered to Merida's thigh, drawing warmth along her skin even beyond the water.]
You're getting close.
[That hand traced its way up to Merida's breasts, fingers spread along them just to give her a sense of possessiveness on his part.]
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You're getting close.
[That hand traced its way up to Merida's breasts, fingers spread along them just to give her a sense of possessiveness on his part.]
Or, is it just the heat of the bath?