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The answer to that question must have been yes; the way Toriel is peering at her over her glasses is the smoking gun. It's a playful look, the kind of look that one would make before cracking a really bad pun. But there’s something else laced in it, a kind of hunger that the wine and conversation weren't satiating. The doe hadn’t seen that kind of flame in her eyes in years, the flame that flickered like an invitation.
So it's no surprise, really, that the two of them would end up like this. Carol pressed Toriel into the wall of the kitchen, holding her jaw while they kissed. It's not soft, like the kisses she would give her husband. It's hungry, depraved almost. Like the two of them were in a desert, and the other’s lips were the oasis they so desperately craved.
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Carol visits Toriel at home. One thing leads to another and...