Softness is a thing that Faith has always desired but never allowed for herself.
Her own kiss is desperate and fast. A life spent communicating violence, she at least knows that it is not the right response. But there is also little in her arsenal that does not require being drawn out of her at the guidance and behest of someone else. His hands prompt her own to move through the gaps made by his elbows and smooth along Athos' back.
Faith does her best to match his own pace, though it is one she has never quite been comfortable with. It's hard not to let the sharper kisses through as her impatience drives her to nip at the soft skin of his lips.
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Her own kiss is desperate and fast. A life spent communicating violence, she at least knows that it is not the right response. But there is also little in her arsenal that does not require being drawn out of her at the guidance and behest of someone else. His hands prompt her own to move through the gaps made by his elbows and smooth along Athos' back.
Faith does her best to match his own pace, though it is one she has never quite been comfortable with. It's hard not to let the sharper kisses through as her impatience drives her to nip at the soft skin of his lips.