Firefly Ravine [M] Pulling the heads from dolls

Assuming they'd untied already since this is getting long, hah

A warmth had filled her after they'd been stuck together, the achievement made unable to be denied. The mark had been hit, leaving her with a feeling of relief and, possibly, euphoria. Her legs had grown weak from the experience, begging her to take from them her weight, but she refrained from doing so right away. It wasn't until he'd dismounted her and they'd untied that she'd allowed her body to rest, sinking onto her haunches in the process. When he'd moved to her side, nudging her, she looked his way but did nothing more. She was not permitted a chance to look him in the eyes, to see the smile he wore. Sen saw only the back of his head, to which she attempted to lean towards, nipping at his shoulder—or any other part of him that she could reach.

The serpent could not hate him for something she, too had played a part in. It was her heat that had been the controlling factor, yes, but she knew it was still herself. Even still, once the incident had dawned on her, she'd moved away from him, sending in his direction a faint glare. "Go."