[ Yuri allows her grip on Battler's shirt to loosen, if only so that she an trail it down the side of his body to rest on his hip. Part of her was still considering making a punishment game out of this, but most of her just wanted to keep feeling his lips against her own. Warm, soft, wet. She let her hand slide up again, but back this time. Across his back, light touches crossing up to his shoulder blades. His tongue against hers felt hot and she drew back maybe an inch, just for a moment, a silent gasp passing her lips. Why did it seem like when she wasn't allowed to make a sound, she wanted to that much more? ]
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