Wings flutter again at Doe's back as she's guides into Danse's lap, her own heart racing in excitement. It's easier, for some reason, to do this in public in this form; removed from what Deacon normally looks like but still familiar.
"You have," she purrs, pressed firmly against him now, her voice deep with arousal as those clawed hands squeeze at the muscle beneath them. "I can always count on you. When I can't anyone else... even myself."
She kisses him again briefly, pulling back sharply with a smirk, her head tilting so that her hazy eyes can look over her glasses and into his.
"Of course, I can't fully show you how grateful I am on this big glittering rock," she scoffs, "But maybe if you carried me to the truck with those big, strong arms of yours..." she laughs, biting at her own bottom lip with a mischievous expression. "I seem to recall a very specific fantasy involving us being in a very similar position..."
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Wings flutter again at Doe's back as she's guides into Danse's lap, her own heart racing in excitement. It's easier, for some reason, to do this in public in this form; removed from what Deacon normally looks like but still familiar.
"You have," she purrs, pressed firmly against him now, her voice deep with arousal as those clawed hands squeeze at the muscle beneath them. "I can always count on you. When I can't anyone else... even myself."
She kisses him again briefly, pulling back sharply with a smirk, her head tilting so that her hazy eyes can look over her glasses and into his.
"Of course, I can't fully show you how grateful I am on this big glittering rock," she scoffs, "But maybe if you carried me to the truck with those big, strong arms of yours..." she laughs, biting at her own bottom lip with a mischievous expression. "I seem to recall a very specific fantasy involving us being in a very similar position..."