Fables Fantasy: casino, night club, lounge, and sweets

[Elizabeth "Liz" Borealis]

Liz deepens the kiss. She turns out to be a phenomenal kisser, knowing just how to move her tongue, how to shift her hands, how to pull back enough to enflame Viper's lust with teasing little gasps before diving back in for more. It's almost too good to be believed. Somehow, it almost feels a little... empty? Like, it's perfection, but it doesn't feel much like Liz, just like Viper's desires. 

[Viper]

"Hey" I say pushing her back "you ok?"

[Elizabeth "Liz" Borealis]

Liz blinks. "Yeah? What's up?"

[Viper]

"It's just... you're good, yo know? Like too good. I just I want you not some sex toy. I want your mind not kais."

[Elizabeth "Liz" Borealis]

Liz blushes. "I don't... know how to do it right," she admits. 

[Viper]

"That's ok I don't expect you to."

[Elizabeth "Liz" Borealis]

"I mean like.. that was my first real kiss, like bad," she admits, blushing. 

[Viper]

"It's ok. Did you like it?"

[Elizabeth "Liz" Borealis]

Liz nods, suddenly shy. 

[Viper]

I sit up leaning closer to her. "Would you like another kiss then?"

[Elizabeth "Liz" Borealis]

She nods again, blushing just a bit. When she's kissed, however, she reciprocates readily. 

[Viper]

This time it's real. She's fumbling and nervous but exited. Melting under my hands. This is what I wanted someone real. Someone soft.

[Elizabeth "Liz" Borealis]

She's still a great kisser -- she could hardly not be, with all that knowledge in her head. And so she's the one who makes the first move to push her hands up under Viper's shirt. 

[Viper]

Never wear underwear or bras so when she house up my shirt I moan as nimble fingers graze my nipples. "Hey now," I pant "careful with those" I purr

[Elizabeth "Liz" Borealis]

"Oh?" she purrs. "Are they sensitive? So I shouldn't... do this?" Her thumb grazes over one, ever so gently, making a soft circle.