[His lips are cold — and dry, and a little thinner than she's gotten used to. But they feel so good, and she wraps her arms around his neck, almost wanting to cry at how perfect everything is.
Well, except for how gross her teeth feel. And the lingering remnants of breakfast, which never used to gross her out until Asami got her into the habit of cleaning thoroughly before sex. She smiles a little wryly as she breaks the kiss, pulling back just far enough to speak.]
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Well, except for how gross her teeth feel. And the lingering remnants of breakfast, which never used to gross her out until Asami got her into the habit of cleaning thoroughly before sex. She smiles a little wryly as she breaks the kiss, pulling back just far enough to speak.]
We should probably brush our teeth.