Ankyra Sound on her radiance again

alma querida, and there it was, in a language she had not known to be partial to rosalyn. a tremble coursed the length of her; she nudged beneath the corsair's chin and held herself there for a long moment. to belong to someone was one thing; to go to one of her own accord, was quite another. rosalyn had never asked it of her, never demanded it.
and that was why erzulie happily came, giving of her heart and of her love. it was revealed that her wife had felt something not so strong before, and the chai-tea woman considered whether or not she herself had ever loved marie. 
marie, marie, of the glimmering smile and the secret talents, who had sculpted erzulie in ways no one else could. love, yes, something twisted and hanging between the affection one might have for their mother, and what one might have for a bedmate. 
"not'ing like this," she repeated, kissing rosalyn's collarbone. and it was just as well. they would walk in the newness of it together.