The battle dancer drops to the ground, shimmering like a star falling from the tall forest canopy. With a swoop of his shining wing he scoops up his partner in his arms and gives her a smirk before letting his fangs graze her neck. "Y'know I'm still feelin the season Mielaa. I wanna see if you're gonna... catch my fever~"
it’s the typical routine of endless woo-ing until xayah feels teeth at her throat. breathing is suddenly more difficult, a pant of mixed need and embarrassment ( she’s much more of a fighter than a lover ). ❝ maybe i’m just better at hiding it most of the time. ❞ her eyes nearly close with the hum of his voice against her skin, hands clutching onto whatever bit of clothing or skin is closest. ❝ you’re rather. . open about your needs. ❞