[No scarring at all. Perhaps the only real oddties are the stretch marks that grace where they would normally be found on a much taller woman, and even that is not nearly as distracting as everything else about her complexion -- such a strange and lovely hue, sometimes patterned with beauty marks. So contrasted to the pale tones of a British man who goes on misadventures on the almost-daily.
Her tail is so sinuous, he thinks, attention drawn to how it slides between his legs, only to find its way to his chin, tilting his gaze up to look at her again. That is a tease; Sholmes is so very hyperaware of that warm touch of slickness against his skin.
But he complies, all the same.]
Since you asked so kindly...
[A hand rises to slip around the nape of her neck, drawing her closer for another kiss, opened-mouthed and eager.]
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Her tail is so sinuous, he thinks, attention drawn to how it slides between his legs, only to find its way to his chin, tilting his gaze up to look at her again. That is a tease; Sholmes is so very hyperaware of that warm touch of slickness against his skin.
But he complies, all the same.]
Since you asked so kindly...
[A hand rises to slip around the nape of her neck, drawing her closer for another kiss, opened-mouthed and eager.]