[to Leona, for a moment, it feels like there is no sound but Cater's voice. whether that's true or not doesn't register to him.]
You should be.
[he should, shouldn't he? that's the way this should be. Cater should be in awe (or was it, he should be afraid?) and Leona's hand should be on him exactly as it is, cupping Cater's face, dragging his claws down Cater's cheek and neck and into the collar of his top—
into the fabric, clutching there, so he can pull Cater closer. it's almost into a kiss, it seems, at first, but then Leona goes further, mouth meeting Cater's neck. his teeth graze Cater's skin, but his focus is more on taking in his scent at first, and he glides his rough tongue over the path he'd just traced with his claws.]
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You should be.
[he should, shouldn't he? that's the way this should be. Cater should be in awe (or was it, he should be afraid?) and Leona's hand should be on him exactly as it is, cupping Cater's face, dragging his claws down Cater's cheek and neck and into the collar of his top—
into the fabric, clutching there, so he can pull Cater closer. it's almost into a kiss, it seems, at first, but then Leona goes further, mouth meeting Cater's neck. his teeth graze Cater's skin, but his focus is more on taking in his scent at first, and he glides his rough tongue over the path he'd just traced with his claws.]