Redhawk Caldera [m] old year absolutions

Red hadn't failed her yet and this was no exception.  Saltwinter gave security and survival, but it had starved her of this.  So she was perhaps more eager even than usual, though no amount of desire could make her lose the touch she'd cultivated over the years. If anything, it enhanced it.

By the time it was done her eyes were lidded with satisfaction, and she reveled in the nearness of Red as she elected to stay and share company. She smiled as Red's satisfied noise sounded near her ear, and turned to nibble at her neck in response. "It's a damn shame they don't make more like you, Red," she murmured with feeling, a statement that might have caused some offense in traditional relationships but that in their odd situation was an honest thought. One of a kind, this one.