Gosh, that hunger- Erato could feel it like electricity. The way Much was halfway across the bar made her worry a little about his balance, but clearly things were off-balance today. She kissed him back just as passionately though, until the bar digging into her flesh forced her to pull back, and she popped the half-melted ice cube between her lips and lifted her chilled, wet fingertips to stroke across his lips.
“Are we going back to mine?” she asked, with a sultry little smile.