Mae loved it when he got that worked up. It usually meant for some fantastic bloody sex. Usually painful but enthusiastic and fantastic. Not that she minded the pain – in fact she preferred it.
It was indecent but... useful too. No one expected a panty holster for a knife. It had been originally meant for a taser but she’d altered it for a blade. Tasers just weren’t as fun as knives. And yeah, she wanted to tease him. A lot. Teasing did wonderful things to Cathair and got him to do just as wonderful things to her. When he dropped to her knees and lifted her leg, she rather automatically draped it over his shoulder. She had fantastic balance for this sort of thing.
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, making little (for her) pleased sounds as he worked his way to the calf-sheath and then upward. Mae reached down with one hand for further steadying with the little shifting of her hips, <“Oh is that what we’re doing now?”>