The first kiss between two people always said a lot about who they were as a pair.  Serai's kiss was nearly overwhelming, with an expert tongue coercing her into movements, guiding her through the motions like some kind of intricate, age old dance. There was a short fight for dominance, Ivory Dove trying to prove that she could stand her own against the larger man; but it was short lived and temporary at best.<br/><br/>Moaning into the kiss; Ivory suddenly lets out a gasp as she feels a sharp twang of pain as her tongue rubs roughly against one of Serai's fangs.  Shortly after, the sharp, metallic taste of blood fills her mouth; and Ivory pulls away slightly; looking at him with injury.  "You bit me." She accuses sourly, only to be quickly distracted by the man's hand on her breast, playing against the nipple that hid beneath her dress, and him pulling her back into another kiss; working to sooth her small injury.<br/><br/>For another moment or two, Ivory tries to separate herself from the warrior; but soon enough finds herself falling back into the usual responce; which would be moaning and writhing under his touches as her hands roam along his upper body.