[ And almost immediately, she laughs. Both in the warm heat of his mouth, warmer than she feels, and the ridiculousness of him trying wine off her fingers like a connoisseur. Like he couldn't bear to waste even a drop of it. ]
Byerly.
[ Where they're wet with saliva, she drags it against his cheek and stubble, cleaning it off on his skin with a little scrunch up of her nose. ]
Well, at least, I have the greatest drunk of our generation to make sure not a drop is spared.
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Byerly.
[ Where they're wet with saliva, she drags it against his cheek and stubble, cleaning it off on his skin with a little scrunch up of her nose. ]
Well, at least, I have the greatest drunk of our generation to make sure not a drop is spared.