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Those cold, cold gauntlets somehow managed to be so very gentle despite those daunting claws. She had promised that she wouldn’t harm the blonde long ago when they had first seen each other. Remsyana was certain that she’d frightened off the little fly for good with her words, and yet the sly little blonde kept coming back to her. She always found her, no matter where she was hiding —
Soon it had become a game between them.
Cold blackened metal slides up the length of slender yet muscled arms. It had been fun to give her a fright, but now the elf could see that no longer did the thief feel in such a way. There was no tenseness, no tremble or dart of her eyes.
“ You found me again, didn’t you? “ Remsyana murmurs from her painted lips, fingers dancing over metal buckles, toying with buttons upon the blonde’s vest with a careful playfulness. Her frame has inched oh so close to Vex’s own, but yet it felt as if they couldn’t get close enough. In the proximity, the witch smelled sweetly of an exotic sort of perfume ;; dark, silky, mysterious —- just like her.
Claws cradle pale skin between her palms with the softness of a lover as they reach the infiltrator’s face, holding her still for just a moment. A moment taken to gaze over pointed features, from those deep, bright eyes, to her pink awaiting lips, parted in some sort of waiting thought.
The dunmer moves slow once her own dark lips meet hers, soft, tempting. She kisses her in a way that feels utterly intoxicating, that feels like it lasts forever before it breaks long before it should have. And at this, a clawed thumb will come to wipe the remnants of mulberry - hued lipstick from Vex’s own lip with a soft, sultry laugh.
“ Next time you find me, I’ll give you a much finer reward. “
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