Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

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At some point during play, the game got serious. Graceful moves had gone rigid. Sweetness turned to fire. The way he was looking at her sent another dizzying surge through her core. This was real. Very much real, Fig was real, she was real, what’s between them was real and if this went further there’d be very real consequences. She had no right to claim him. Even if he seems willing, she’d been dishonest. It wasn’t fair, responsible, or rational.

Well, she didn’t want to be any of those things. It’s Fig she wanted. His taste. His mouth on her.

She leans into him, the corners of her smile curling, the barest breath from him now. The need to close this scrap of distance is maddening, like she has an ailment only he can cure. His scent stirs no memories. He is entirely new, mysterious, exciting.

“I’ve got my diagnosis, want to hear it?” she whispers into the fur at his cheek “I think you need a little fun…”

And yet... she knows Fig deserves honesty. She knows that moment of fun will alter her life forever.