❣ - forehead
Briarthorne kicked at a bit of rubble, watching it skitter away as she walked the weed riddled streets of Thayd. She exhaled forlornly, the Shade's Eve celebration not quite what she anticipated. She had expected... more."Lady Briarthorne."Her tail perked at the familiar voice, a blush already stealing across her cheeks as she looked up to see the mordesh gentleman. She was grateful she had taken to walking about on stilts, for she could see his gorgeous eyes."Sir Taskov." Silence fell between them as they matched steps. Taskov offered his arm and she entwined her arms around his. They didn't seem to have a destination, wandering Thayd in a circle until they came to the Housing development."My lady." His words seemed forced and Briar hesitated to leave his side, but she reluctantly left his arm, turning to face him. She nodded politely, words reluctant to leave her throat."Taskov, I-""Slaggin' move it! Some people have places to go!" It happened quickly - a granok pushed Taskov from behind, shouldering him to get to the teleporter. He lost his balance, falling forward into Briar's arms. His arms wrapped around her, drawing her close as his face landed in her ample chest.His nose nestled firmly in the valley of her breasts, he grew paler even as she turned a violent plum, he began to stammer out an apology. A soft bark of laughter finally came from her as she lowered her lips to his forehead, planting a firm kiss there. A saucy smile graced her lips as a soft whisper left her lips."I could get used to this..."