“God,” snarls the villain, working the clasps to the hero’s costume roughly, shrugging off xir own cape and gauntlets like folding paper “why is it we both wear so many layers? Get this off.”

“Mm, you are always so impatient.” says the hero back, laying something with too many teeth to be a kiss on the wing of the villains jaw “You bruised me earlier, along my ribcage.”

“I’ll kiss it better.”

“You just want to dig your teeth into the wound, don’t you?”