Eira drew back only far enough to let the wet string of saliva between their mouths catch the light, her lips swollen and shining, and her tongue darted out once more to lick the taste of him from her lower lip before she smiled.
"Also," she whispered, still close enough for their breaths to mingle, "you're the one who put me in there. Why should I get myself out?"
Phei gave her a look.
Eira rested her forehead against his, completely unrepentant. "I liked it."
"You liked being stuck in a pocket?"
"I liked you putting me there." Her voice dropped into exaggerated sweetness. "All assertive and domineering, locking your naughty little fairy away because she misbehaved. It's so hot, Master. It makes me want to misbehave again just so you'll punish m—"
Phei flicked her forehead.
Again.
"Ow!"
