[Chilton kissed her back, without question. Without concern. He leaned into her kiss, his blood pumping quicker, and he let her devour him as she so wished. He didn't fight her about staying here, even if he would have to be quick making arrangements with Reggie -- so everyone knew. He didn't diminish her want, her need.]
What is upstairs?
[Curious, he labored a breath. While his wounds were superficial, it still hurt. Chilton still felt her wrath in echoes.]
I might need a healer. I would prefer this doesn't bleed through my next couple of shirts.
[Needless to say, Chilton had some experience in the matter.]
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What is upstairs?
[Curious, he labored a breath. While his wounds were superficial, it still hurt. Chilton still felt her wrath in echoes.]
I might need a healer. I would prefer this doesn't bleed through my next couple of shirts.
[Needless to say, Chilton had some experience in the matter.]