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Dorian explored the fabric of her dress, but kept his hands initially modest and simply took his free fingers down her back. Even their kiss seemed initially chaste, nothing but a press of lips while the absinthe wormed it's way through their blood and twisted the world around them. His grip tightened, fingers clenching in her's or snagging on the spine of her gown when he furthered the kiss. As he licked across her lower lip, Dorian found the taste distinct and somehow familiar. He sank against Rapunzel with a fresh hunger.