She gasps, then laughs, shaking her head. "No--no, I think the other was better. Caranthir--" She moans, arching against his mouth again, her hand tangled in his hair. "This is...by all the Valar, this is good..." And then lower, a few words in her own language, which he may or may not recognize. They are not polite, though they are certainly fervent.
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Date: 2019-08-05 03:40 pm (UTC)