Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

There was nothing but them; a spotlight of clarity against a blurred and unimportant world, sinking slowly into the snow, but strangely it was only warm. She became aware of her wild pulse; his trailing touch; sharp little shivers in her thighs and his tremulous breath. A new vulnerability here, a delicate silkspun danger in his touch. She felt the tender threat of it, felt it threaten to overwhelm her.
Live in the present. It startled her in the way only the thought of one's father in the middle of second base can. Only for an instant, not even enough time to react, before she was distracted again and thought only of Lestan. She knew where this path would end, felt it in every electric pulse of his touch; in the absence of experience, she allowed their bodies to become the guides. Wherever it led them, wherever Lestan would follow her.