those sneeky Lemurians, really.
[ If it is greed he is looking for, then it is greed Kanon will be getting. When his lips part, Sasha takes the chance to deepen the kiss. Her leg slides up against him, pressing against his side.
She would be sorry for the temporary marks on his skin, but she admits to feeling vainly possessive of him and thus she has him branded. Her hands slide lower down his waist; lower, closer. She wants to feel his heart beating against hers. ]