I'm sorry mommy, but it's just so good. I love indulging in wine and you.. You being my favorite out of the two, of course~ Maybe I'm just too greedy..

[He takes a big sip of his wine quick before setting it down. He turns himself around so his scratched up back isn't facing her anymore, straddling Pitou's hips and wrapping his arms around her. He presses his wine-stained lips against hers roughly, his tongue slipping in between to access her own tongue. It was soft, nothing like the ridged tongue of a cat that grazed his bottom lip just earlier. He felt like he was really learning to appreciate her for what she was and wasn't. It still stung his heart the way she called herself an animal.]