[Her fingers stay where he sets them, curling in to bear down through thick fabric across half-present contours. But the kiss is sharp. Draws blood with the rough pinch of her incisors where the seam of his mask hits as retribution. If she's bleeding on him, he's returning the favor - in part at the least.]
Love you, too. [Is the only verbal response he gets, lips stained with red on either the recoil or his next gasp for breath. Or both.]
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Love you, too. [Is the only verbal response he gets, lips stained with red on either the recoil or his next gasp for breath. Or both.]