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This is it, Hangman, we're finally getting our kisses in tonight, we're making eye contact and her hand is on my thigh, I repeat, hand is on thigh, Fabian thought, answered by an enthusiastic growl in his head which gave him the courage to lean forward and go for it--but the moment he stuck out his lips Aelwyn slapped him full in the face.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," she said coldly before grabbing his chin and forcing him into a much deeper, messier kiss. She climbed on top of him, one long-nailed hand around his throat and the other shakily fumbling for the waistband of his sweatpants, and over his internal oh god oh god the Hangman kept saying things like You shall conquer her body and soul, and Be not afraid, Sire, you are incredibly virile, and--losing your virginity was supposed to be awesome, right?