[ She flicks her tongue over the mark she's made for a moment, salve, and then lifts her head back so that she's facing him head on again. For a moment she leans in and captures his mouth, rough and controlling, claiming, both as a way to shut him up and a way to keep him looking up towards her. ] Not. A word. [ It's a harsh murmur as she pulls away, not touching him at all for a long moment as she watches to see if he's gotten the message. ]
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