Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she does not love you

The nip was more than enough encouragement, as were the silken words her wife dropped on her, sultry in her ear. Rosalyn gave a small, purled growl of appreciation.  We can't have that, she replied, planting a soft kiss to the base of Erzulie's throat, then shifting to rise and follow.

No doubt, a short interlude would find them tangled on the shore, a soft and lovely callback to younger times that would never grow old or stale.  It was a reminder she never needed yet always appreciated - no matter what, her heart still beat for another, and the rhythm of it was tattooed into her very soul.