Table one, Prompt #1 'Melts in the Mouth'
In the early dawn after a battle, Rachel's kisses were filled with urgency, and they came so rushed together Tobias sometimes felt like an anchor struggling to hold a ship in port during a tropical thunderstorm.
During the nights, Rachel tasted of spices- exotic, somewhat scary, intense. He felt her mouth smile most often during these as she threaded her fingers through his human hair and made a willing slave of him with their chains.
Some mornings her mouth teased his with flavors he had nearly forgotten, especially the first day he was brave enough to lean over and kiss the maple syrup off the surprised quirk in the cornor of her mouth.
But occasional days even warrior princess Rachel was sweet, tender, soft- these kisses melted together in a way that stretched one moment into two hours.
