The Irregulars
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5. Lips
Her lips on his, the sensation he could feel though the words were unclear; an affect of the sedative.
He'd known there was something off about the wine; it was after all, connected to the Woman, it had to have a taint. He detected a scent of something more than grapes on the cork, yet he had allowed the wine betwixt his lips. Why?
Because it was part of them. They foiled each other; she would get hers in time. But for now he'd be a sport - see what she had up her sleeve and take his turn.
