this part is nice. janus wraps their hands around her waist, pull her up. they can bench nearly a ton, so she's light in their grip, like— like they sometimes suppose dancers must feel their partners are, with the familiarity of anatomy, the certainty of how one is supposed to move together. they hitch her up against their body, ducking their head to make up for the disparity of their heights. kiss her again, tongue delving into her mouth, their coarse, callus-worn fingers nonetheless smooth on her back.
she tastes like liquor and— you might as well call the other flavor freedom, probably. that's what they'd call it if they were talking to her. but they aren't. instead, they're leaning her up on the bar, smiling against her mouth, a little proud of themself, a little charmed by the wolf woman and her blonde hair.]
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this part is nice. janus wraps their hands around her waist, pull her up. they can bench nearly a ton, so she's light in their grip, like— like they sometimes suppose dancers must feel their partners are, with the familiarity of anatomy, the certainty of how one is supposed to move together. they hitch her up against their body, ducking their head to make up for the disparity of their heights. kiss her again, tongue delving into her mouth, their coarse, callus-worn fingers nonetheless smooth on her back.
she tastes like liquor and— you might as well call the other flavor freedom, probably. that's what they'd call it if they were talking to her. but they aren't. instead, they're leaning her up on the bar, smiling against her mouth, a little proud of themself, a little charmed by the wolf woman and her blonde hair.]