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Iris lazily kissed him back, her body feeling like jello, her heart somehow so full she felt it might burst. This was easily the most intense lust she had ever felt in her life. That's all this was, right? But then, why wasn't it out of their systems, yet? Usually she was good at that. She wanted something, she got it, she didn't need it anymore. But him - she just wanted more. Always more with him.
She couldn't help but laugh lightly, tiredly, at his words, and she shook her head. "No sir, that's all you." He was the only one that could do this to her - make her feel these things - she knew it. The only person in all 6 billion. In all hundred and fifty years. But then her breathing evened again and she realized she wanted more, again.
She opened her eyes, took in his face, sure she looked a total mess. "I want to taste you, here," there was something about the scene - the party mere yards away, the crowd - that heightened the excitement of all of this. She wanted to be on her knees in front of him, to see if they could get away with it, or maybe they'd get caught and wouldn't that be fun in it's own way. She stood a little straighter and turned them so he was against the wall instead and looked to him for permission.