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She stirs at the sound of footsteps, the hint of a familiar scent mixed with her lover's; unmistakable even as it fades. Warmth coils in her belly even before she fully wakes, and consciousness brings immediate intoxication. She untangles herself gently from their children, rising without a second thought to follow Rosalie's trail. Her lover's heat is something she'd never given any thought to — but she isn't surprised to find it nothing short of intoxicating. Impatience lights a sudden fire in her veins, and her pace increases until she catches sight of the red woman — and the air leaves her lungs all at once.
Rosalie, It slips from her unbidden and breathless as she halts, voice thick with emotion and desire. You're — You're in heat, she tries to say, but her voice cracks slightly and she swallows hard, taking a few steps closer. So beautiful. More than anything, she wants to touch her — to wrap herself around her lover and lose herself in the curves of her lean body. But something stops her. Fear, perhaps; fear that it will not be the same, that Rosalie will no longer be satisfied with her. So she waits, heart racing and limbs trembling, for some sort of confirmation — a sign that she is wanted.