She was gentler this time.
Mel's heart fluttered at the thought as the Saintess's lips pressed deeper into hers.
The pale moon above was their only witness, their pink and white pajamas entwining in the quiet.
Golden gazes met in tender warmth, the Saintess's hand cupping Mel's flushed cheek.
As Mel melted into the kiss, the Saintess drew back slightly, a trace of saliva lingering.
A whisper brushed her ear: "Open your mouth."
Mel complied, and the Saintess's lips returned, soft yet insistent, her tongue slipping in with gentle fervor.
It traced the warmth of her mouth, tapping Mel's lightly as a silent plea for it to stay still.
As the Saintess's palm smoothed over her cheek, fiddling with her ear between her fingers, Mel closed her eyes in comfort.
The Saintess's kindness was like a moonlight touch, her kiss smothering her mind with a quiet sweetness.
Yet as her guard was let down, the palm left her cheek before sliding down.
