[In the interest of continuing to kiss Fenris, Jove chooses to save her answer to that for later. Before their kisses had been near frantic and it's nice to take her time with this one, the gentle shift of her lips against his.
She teases her tongue against the seam of his lips, trying to prompt him to part them for her.]
[It certainly is nice to take their time. He has no issue opening his lips, granting access, his own tongue moving to meet hers. He fingers move up, to tangle gently in her hair.]
[She makes a soft sound against his lips when his fingers find their way into her hair, kisses him a little harder for his attentions. It's possible that she might like her hair played with, just a little.]
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Ma'arlath, Fenris.
[Just in case he forgot at any point.]
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Ma'arlath, Jove. [He probably butchered it, saying it slowly and carefully. But he tried. ]
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You'll have to teach me that in Tevene.
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Alright. Te amo.
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[She's very caught up in that look he's giving her, though.]
What?
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She teases her tongue against the seam of his lips, trying to prompt him to part them for her.]
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