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I do what I can!

Fox had made this particular move for a few reasons. She wanted Haunter to trust her, for one. Making herself vulnerable to him was the easiest and most surefire way of doing this. If she could show him that she was willing to be under his care, it was possible he would think of it as she hoped. Secondly, she hoped to return the favor one day. That would only further his trust in her (according to logic), and that in turn would strengthen their bond of trust, should one begin forming now. But this was not only about trust. Fox also wished to see his reaction to her in particular. Not just as a subordinate, but on a more personal level. Everything was a game to Fox; she just had to learn the rules first.

The skin on her back flinched when his tongue met it, but she stood strong, allowing the saliva to heal her wounds as he raked over them. It was a sort of painful pleasure that she had experienced a few times now. The caressing was unmatched and comforting, although she could still feel every inch of her body tense due to the cleansing properties of Haunter's saliva. When she heard him shifting, she thought perhaps her plan had failed, but a quick look back assured her that he was merely getting into a more comfortable position. He became gentler, and Fox let out a heavy sigh of contentment, despite the occasional stinging that came with this kind of treatment.