[ The mattress creaks as he settles on it, by Saya's hip. What a fetching sight she makes, fluttering and vibrant and alive. A pinioned butterfly. Even the air around her is colored with a psychedelic brushstroke of emotions -- like outspread wings. ]
[ When Diva unties her, he brushes the cool edge of her thumb across her lips. What a beautiful mouth. He doesn't know whether to kiss it -- or bite it off. ]
'Please'? [ A liquid laugh that seeps through the room, through skin and bones. ] Well, since you're so insistent...
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[ When Diva unties her, he brushes the cool edge of her thumb across her lips. What a beautiful mouth. He doesn't know whether to kiss it -- or bite it off. ]
'Please'? [ A liquid laugh that seeps through the room, through skin and bones. ] Well, since you're so insistent...