Vivienne wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Her lips were full and warm and her tongue, slipping ever so coyly into his mouth, tasted of wine and the golden smell of late summer wheat. Without thinking about it, he put his hands on her bottom, shivering a little as he cupped the smooth curve of it. Through his shirt he could feel the hard pressure of her nipples, the softer weight of her breasts and it left him gasping for breath.
- The Weird Ones
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