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[ She can feel every hum and vibration in his throat when he responds. Yes. She likes that very much as well. It might've even tickled. She still doesn't know if any of this is right or proper. She could feel his head against her own, but she still can't help but pull back slightly because she wants to see his face. Just for a moment. Looking at him as if to say, 'I never thought about it that way.' ]

I'm here. [ Just below his neck where she had just been, she can see deep, diagonal claw marks which have since healed over. They were some of many, but seemed to stand out. She's quick to return to her position, but trails a little lower this time, tracing the marks with her lips in gentle pecks. ] But I am also on a mission...