[Erica's chin lifts as he presses his face into her neck. Being what they are, it's more of a sign of trust than it might be with regular humans, and besides that, it's a sign that he knows what she likes. Her hips rock once against his as he grabs her ass. There's no light pressure from either of them, and it's just the way she likes it.
Hands latching into his back, she curls her fingers, presses the tips in through his shirt. It's going to be one of those days, one that results in fingernail scratches and bite marks, even if their healing abilities will make them fade all too soon.]
You feel good.
[She cranes her head around to try and press her lips to the side of his face as she tries to drag them back toward her bed.]
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Hands latching into his back, she curls her fingers, presses the tips in through his shirt. It's going to be one of those days, one that results in fingernail scratches and bite marks, even if their healing abilities will make them fade all too soon.]
You feel good.
[She cranes her head around to try and press her lips to the side of his face as she tries to drag them back toward her bed.]