Lake Rodney i will fly

curious, teya thought as she sought to taste the corner of his lip; he had not pulled away, had moved toward encouragement. and so she stepped closer, for there was a difference here.
izumi had once created a sensation of awe and jealousy and want in teya. bridget poured honey over the sore places upon the surface of her heart, caused it to gallop here and there.
this was altogether a new feeling; something wary and holding the stonesmoke fragrance of a thousand mountains, something that spiked teya at her core with curiosity.
harsher. sharper.
a shy smile, a wave of her tail; the girl moved nearer still, reaching beyond his jaw to the roundness of his taller shoulder, against which she lay her small crown a single moment, reveling in the butterfly feeling, and how both he and bridget managed to engender the same tickling glissade in their different ways.