Phoenix Maplewood li pale [m]

mireille's eyes darkened to a wanting green depth. "i have had my fill of men for now," the saltwolf purred. she drew up from the nesting of the mapleroots and moved quietly toward totoro, dropping low to her belly, undulating in a slink.
the brush of cooler earth against her stomach provoked a sigh from mireille, who rolled to one side and returned their sly look, grinning up into the domeblue gaze.
"not a man. not a woman." her beam was a querying gesture. "so you can love a different way. a t'ird way. not as a man. not as a woman." something she did not know. mireille did not reach to touch them with more than her eyes.