#trinity has fangs

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"Bahbe!"

Yolanda smiled, thumbs hooked at the corners of Trinity's mouth to expose those fangs of hers; it was always interesting to see the differences in their comparable anatomy. She found it intriguing how Trinity's body and DNA could continuously change like this, the younger woman was like an ever-changing jigsaw puzzle just for Yolanda to piece together.

"Cahn I haf mah mouf bachk?" Trinity huffed around the grip, flatly staring at the insufferably hot woman straddling her hips on the bed.

"Do you think you could use these in bed?" She hummed instead, grinning when the woman below her flushed a bright red as her eyes shot wide like blinkers to a car.

"Uhhmf, I guesh?"

Yolanda released her mouth, planting a peck at the younger woman's bottom lip before resting her chin on her hands against Trinity's chest.

The heroine tipped her head down to gaze at her, swallowing. "I mean, I don't know if it's the sex tool you're thinking. These things are full of venom--"

"Can you bite without injecting?"

"What am I, a snake? I dunno if I can dry bite or not, never tried." Trinity rolled her eyes with a laugh. "I don't normally use them anyway, I do just fine with the claws and my badass Krav Maga."

"Mhm, I'm sure. Would you like to try dry biting?" Yolanda teased.

"Well--I mean, not on you first--"

"Didn't Farm Boy offer to milk the venom? Thought I heard something about that when I was patching up your leg last week."

Trinity grumbled, eyes falling shut as she sighed heavily. "Ugh, it sounds so gross when you say it like that."

"That's the literal term, Trin."

"That makes it worse!" She whined, hands covering her face.

Yolanda chuckled, pecking at her knuckles and hands. "Move those hands, pretty girl. I wanna see your teeth."

"Knew you were only with me for my pearly whites."

"Please, they're pale yellow at best."

Trinity gasped in offense, hands wrapping around the woman suddenly and flipping them to glare at her.

"You take that back! I brush and floss!"

"Not well." Yolanda smugly hummed, laughing when Trinity nipped and pressed ticklish kisses to her neck, fingers running under her shirt to assault her ribs. "Sto-p! This is malpractice!"