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Adeline
Adeline’s kiss feels like a warm bath after a long day. Every brush of her coffee-laced lips eases the tension in your shoulders, the racing of your mind. The water flows over you with familiarity, tense muscles melting in perfect order as you sink lower. Her small sigh seems to indicate that your affection does the same.
Adeline’s favorite kisses come when she’s working. They’re not too long, nor too short. Always delivered when she looks up from her paperwork, a kiss pressed first to her dominant hand. She’ll pocket her pen, allowing you to deliver a quick massage to her cramping palm as your lips finally meet. The exchange is quick, all things considered, but Adeline finds herself treasuring it for the day’s remainder.
Your favorite kisses come in the evening, when her busy schedule winds down and she can enjoy the town she’s cultivated. The hearth crackles and burns as laughter brightens the Inn. Her passionate heart seems to stir, a proud smile on her face. Her lips quirk irresistibly, lemon lingering from dessert. She flushes when you part, hand gripping yours in subtle love.
Celine
Celine’s kiss is like a flower’s first bloom. It starts gentle and soft, her lips near petals over yours. The second is deeper, more intimate. It’s still nothing improper, merely a communication of all you make her feel. She tries to maintain her calm demeanor, yet the sensation of your affection only leaves her heart flourishing.
Celine’s favorite kisses are adventurous. She’s always had a wild streak, its roots long buried into her life’s soil. Early mornings bring it to the surface, when pastels paint the sky and dew coats the fields. Blankets tangle around you as you roll around her bed, Celine’s giggles echoing between every kiss. She plays with different angles, depths, and types – all crafting an imaginary novel she loves.
Your favorite kisses are given during fireside cuddles, books long forgotten in your laps. Your lips find each other like the sun and earth, constant in their pull. What begins as light reading and the exchange of stories and notes soon devolves into nothing more than a make-out, thoughts scattering like dandelion seeds in the wind.
Juniper
Juniper’s kiss feels as intoxicating as the wine on her lips. In the privacy of her room, the misty veil over her affection parts. She’s far less reserved in her control of your kiss, even though she did not initiate it. For better or for worse, she prefers to play the game of silent yearning – something that only serves to make your lips all the sweeter against hers. She can never get enough of their heady meeting, of the rush that floods her cheeks and veins.
Juniper’s favorite kisses are indulgent, like golden cookies and a fine vintage on Friday nights. When business is slow, she can take her time with you, memorizing every sound that slips past your lips. She can hold you as close as she’d like and delve into you, treasuring your warmth. Later, she’ll act as if she wasn’t so tender with you, but you both know the truth.
Your favorite kisses are experimental. Most of the time it’s trying a new style Elsie shared from her many escapades, something to melt Juniper’s cold exterior and drive her crazy. Other times, though, it takes on an… unconventional angle. While your partner’s trials in sorcery and potions were often charming, they could get quite grating. Hence, your persistent croaks as a frog in her gloved palm. Juniper grimaced before placing a light kiss on your head, leaving your human body to be cradled in her arms with a blissful smile.
Reina
Reina’s kiss feels like summer sunshine. Sweet and all-encompassing, her love falls over you without reservation. She always leaves a “Reina’s fourteen” of playful pecks on your lips afterward, smile brighter than any golden ray. Her joy is infectious, her attention leaving the rest of your busy day lighter. You can only hope to provide her the same, at the very least with a new dish to attempt.
Reina’s favorite kisses come with a dance. She’s learned plenty watching her parents at town events and even learning from Josephine herself on occasion. She’s thrilled to be held close and spun around, your laughter harmonizing before a parting kiss. She’ll often hum later, coming up with new steps to try the next time you surprise her!
Your favorite kisses are given during Reina’s taste tests! She always invites you to her private kitchen, excitedly rambling about what flavor profiles she wants to try with the unique things you’ve foraged. You sneak kisses the entire time you work, all the way up to the plating. Reina’s lips taste even better spiced, sharp citrus undercutting the mixture. You can’t help but melt, turning to her light like sunflowers on a bright day.
Seridia
Seridia’s kiss feels like a flame amidst the dark. Shadow has been all she’s known for millennia, all she’s come to expect from her immortal life. Fire was once hers, an inherent power that testified her status. Now, when she sees it in you, her first instinct is jealousy, a craving to have what once was. She never expected it would be like this, your lips against hers in her former temple. Every touch thrills her senses, igniting love’s spark under her skin. It burns deliciously, razing you into her veins.
Seridia’s favorite kisses come as worship, on late and delicate nights. The past lingers brutally, itching under her scales and keeping her from sleep. Your light graces her then, soft kisses falling along her form. She eases into your touch, eyes falling shut as she allows you to pay tribute wherever you see fit. While this level of trust feels new, it is surprisingly comforting. Her horns have become the spot guaranteed to make her go slack. Every pass of your plush lips on their keratinous curve leaves her breath and heart stuttering. The sensation of worship was long lost to her, but she can understand how many go mad from this intoxication.
Your favorite kisses are wild, given in Seridia’s passionate and instinctual moments. Despite the heat of her kiss, her clawed hands still hold your face with care. She never wishes to tarnish nor harm her greatest treasure, after all. The only one who understands her, who provides her with gifts, company, and unconditional love. Her lips are fierce, fangs dancing across yours, now plush and swollen from her attention. Her eyes shine in the candlelight as she parts, kissing the racing pulse in your neck.
Valen
Valen’s kiss feels like hot tea on an autumn evening. Her steadiness is soothing, her tenderness and care precious. She’s rarely rough with you, always respectful in her touches. Still, she’s no stranger to romance and passion. She’s left you breathless and blissful on kisses alone. She merely prefers more depth to the intimacy between you, something she hopes her considerate heart and comforting kiss can foster.
Valen’s favorite kisses come under noon’s light, when you’ve visited her office for lunch. It means everything to her to have these little moments throughout the day. To know that you’re thinking about her and spending your valuable time at her side. She can’t resist leaving a kiss on your lips before she sits with you, the soft scent of rose hip lingering.
Your favorite kisses are placed on your forehead. Valen’s warm hold has always made you feel safe, feel seen and heard. When she smiles softly at you, placing a kiss on your forehead before tucking you closer, the overwhelming sense of home hits you. Her grin only widens if you cuddle closer, another kiss arriving on the top of your head. Valen may be a bit of a tease, but her kind heart always shines through.