[Fenris has been busy covering her skin in kisses, moving down to the top of her breast band. His own fingers pushing away clothing and running along the curves of her body, memorising every inch of her. He wants to map her out, know her better than anyone.
He lets out a low groan, almost buckling as her fingers trace the lyrium. It's not a noise of pain, far from it. His muscles tense under her hands, his own working to remove that breast band.]
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He lets out a low groan, almost buckling as her fingers trace the lyrium. It's not a noise of pain, far from it. His muscles tense under her hands, his own working to remove that breast band.]