Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140211071337/@comment-7497475-20140218073953

Closing her teeth on his tongue, Noir ran her own over Vermont's. It was a curious thing, and she liked it. Letting it go, she moved back from him, standing up with the bottle.

"You'd better have somewhere more comfortable, because not much is going to happen if all I've got is the bar."

Hitting several clips, she pulled Phantom Limb off her back. Holding it in one hand, she gestured with the bottle for him to lead on.