Cerulean Cape [m] We had a place that we could call "home".

All great good things must come to an end. Or so the saying goes. Shock let out her own sound of release in time with his. The grip on her nape disappeared, they soon stood locked to one another. She knew the deal. It had been told to her long ago in some boring dry terms, but nothing had prepared her for how the whole thing was going to be. It was downright glorious, and she was already plotting her way to the next male who would take her.

When finally the two were able to separate, she did just that, settling down to clean herself. She cast her fiery orange eyes up at him briefly, then went back to her business. No need for chatter. Once she felt she was cleaned up enough, she stood up, shook her coat, and made a run for it, not bothering to look back to see if he was following her or not.