[ it's funny, trying to imagine venus's voice as low - especially now that evangeline has twisted and tugged venus into the middle of the soprano range. the wing at evangeline's cheek flails, moving to her back and tugging her closer; venus manages to desperately murmur- ]
Kiss me? Please, god, I want to feel you-
[ another little tug. whatever word she might have been saying goes out the wayside, and venus shivers and shakily moans. ]
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Kiss me? Please, god, I want to feel you-
[ another little tug. whatever word she might have been saying goes out the wayside, and venus shivers and shakily moans. ]