Qatrand's eyes softened at the tone turning wry. It had been much more loving than teasing, making her nod before she lowered herself onto her wife. The brunette wrapped her arms around the taller woman's back, pulling herself bodily closer, so that their lips could meet softly together. To Qat, those were almost softer than she remembered - but possessed exactly the technique she'd longed for on lonely nights.
Gentleness mixed together with intent to claim all of the similar fleshy territory on her husband-wife. Pressing at her corners, pinching and pulling at her lower lip, twisting and varying the contact… so that every smooch, smack, and mischievous little tongue tip tracing flecks of escaped saliva was like a battle flow all its own.
