Neonenentle
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This time, there was no clumsy stumbles, no misstepping and no excuse.
The kiss was slow and deliberate. A press of soft lips, a sigh breathed between them, and then more. Anong's mouth moved against hers with confidence that stole Lalita's breath. Her free hand rising to cup the back of Lalita's neck, fingers tangling in the fallen hair on her nap.
Lalita made a sound raw and needy, her hands finding the Princess's waist, gripping on her shirt as if the Princess might just vanish if she were to let go.
Anong's lips parted, her tongue tracing the seam of Lalita's mouth in silent question. Lalita answered without thought, her own tongue meeting hers in a slow, deep stroke that sent a shudder through them both. The taste of her drowning out every rational thought. There was only the Princess's and her clumsy guard.