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He leans forward and Potema holds her breath, waiting for something more than what he gave her. It was barely a kiss, a simple brushing of his maw against her muzzle. Her first introduction into intimacy was not in the light, fluttering steps of flirting and teasing, but in the burning tango of passion. She was disappointed that he did not give more at the moment, but could not bring herself to do what she wanted — a forward step.

She couldn't bring herself to do it, not until a familiar word slid into her mind. Enchanted. A wicked, secret smile took over her face then. Until then she had remained quiet, letting him trip over his words and awkwardly flirt with her, a bashful smirk on her face all the while. Potema sashayed forward, her muzzle stealing the kiss he had not been willing to give her, her tongue stealing from her lips as she did so. Maybe I have something to do with that, She winked, a soft giggle on her lips.