[ Zelos is at least not half bad at kissing, even if she's a bit put out by how stumpy and dull his teeth are. He seems appropriately excited by her impressive fangs, though, with the attention he's paying to them; she nips at his tongue gently, bites down on his lip just hard enough to draw coppery-tasting blood. He's certainly warmer than she is, warmer than rustbloods even, but she doesn't mind. He's an alien, he's bound to be different.
When he starts feeling her up she is of course not one to be outdone, and she slides one knee between his, trailing her fingers over his side and then under his shirt. ]
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When he starts feeling her up she is of course not one to be outdone, and she slides one knee between his, trailing her fingers over his side and then under his shirt. ]