"Yes. My room, my bed, my choice. It was hot last night. Now, get ready to let go." Narcissa lowered her head and kissed her wife, focusing on drawing out the headache and discomfort from her as she felt lips part and mouths open. Teeth moved out of the way as her tongue snaked in and found her counterpart, the tips stroking each other as they both found each other wanting and needy. Gods, why is this so good...