Ozymandias was glad he'd taken the snuff when she'd offered it, because it enabled him to keep a pulse on all her telltale signs as he went. He heard every shudder of breath and felt every time her muscles tensed or relaxed. He could read her body like a piece of music. He felt the crescendo the moment it began to swell and played his part with practiced skill.

When she invited him up he placed a parting kiss on her thigh. The fact that she hadn't protested when he'd gotten his head between her legs implied she was no novice when it came to sex, so he was looking forward to whatever came next. Something more interesting than her lying down receptively as he climbed on top, he imagined. Oz took a second to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand and to unbutton his trousers, then sat beside her on the chaise.

He was caught for a moment by the expression on her face, and emboldened by the slight high he decided to vocalize it. Oz reached out to catch her chin above two fingers, tilting her face slightly towards him.

"If I could bottle that hazy look in your eye I could sell it for a fortune. It would drive any man mad," he said. "Combined with this lip, it's positively lethal." He brushed his thumb over her lower lip as he spoke, then leaned in to gently take it between his teeth.

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