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Smooch lips from drunk starters
The taste of Freljordian mead was prominent on Ashe’s lips. A few kisses and Quinn could have been tipsy from that alone, if she wasn’t already intoxicated from the northern Demacian whiskey she brought with her. Still, she sampled the flavor readily with returned kisses. One hand rested on Ashe’s hip and the other on the back of her head while her teeth gently nipped at the bottom lip. Quinn held her there for a few moments more, tongue gently licking Ashe’s lips before finally pulling away. Her face was flushed with blush, though it’s hard to say whether that was from the kiss or the alcohol.
“For such a harsh people, you have such sweet drinks.” Quinn said, now peppering Ashe’s cheek and neck with kisses. “And an impressive drinker for a queen.”
It had been one drink too many, yet the bounties she reaped seemed so sweet, being able to indulge herself in such selfish desires such as mashing lips with the ranger knight practically in her lap. A delighted hum was given, feeling her lips tugged with such care, before she locked them shut once more.
“ You get lonely leading a tribe of the broken will, people always looking for you for advice, for reassurance, sometimes I need a day or two to myself. To remind myself I’m also human. . somewhat. “
Her head tilted to the side, allowing the other to access more of her neck without much trouble, whilst one hand found the other’s, tracing her thumb along the bumps made by veins.
“ Forgive me, Quinn, if I’m being far too aggressive, please help yourself to a meal, as a thanks for letting me. . indulge. “
