The kiss isn’t sweet or gentle or innocent. Even after the touch of their lips, it could have stayed chaste, a kiss from a sister to a brother, but Sansa’s desperation can’t be contained, and their mouths open, Sansa pushes her tongue at his hard and deep. It’s a world away from the kisses Robb’s shared with girls before. It’s nothing that he expected and everything that he wanted and he’ll hate himself forever for how he kisses her back, how he meets her desperation with his own.
Isur:
Очень симпатичный фантастический рассказ в духе Роберта Шекли или "Космоолухов". О розыгрыше с неожиданно далекоидущими последствиями, креативной земной дипломатии, а также любви к животным и не только.
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