@divinascriptura : [ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm. (Arthur)
Slitted pupils dilate as Morgan’s lips make contact with the (surprisingly) soft skin of the zerk’s bloodied palm, silvery mop tilting in a curious cant before the sides of Arthur’s lips twitch into a tooth-filled grin. Digits taking the opportunity to wrap themselves around the other woman's chin, thumb stroking against her jawline.. Spreading scarlet against her pale countenance.
“Now you’ve got muck all over your face.. I’ve got it.” She hums before using her gentle grip on Morgan’s face to draw her in close. The newfound closeness allowing Arthur to drag her tongue against the others lips, cleaning the blood away with a low purr. The lack of interruption and focus that came with the licking (trance-ish, like a grooming cat) brings the smaller berserker to lap along Morgan’s jaw.
