Noctisardor Bypass reshwe

a goodly part of heda had not expected anselm to heed her. she had envisioned reluctance at the last moment, or a sneer, or perhaps even the sharp rejection that the mountaineer had always borne her desires.
and if she were another woman, she might have reveled in anselm's rejoining step, gloated to see her hold on him. 
in the absence of that woman and that rejection, heda found herself unmoored quite swiftly, and sought the only solidity in a sea of her own making: anselm.
the first time, they had been compelled by something beyond themselves. she and been so starkly aware that she was unwanted even as he had wound his hard arms around her waist. but now as he stroked her heated skin in the half-darkness cast by trees standing in the storm, heda only responded to him with an eager and tentative sound.
a small whimper eked from heda to feel the heat of anselm's breath along the back of her neck, piercing through her with pooling warmth. her own teeth moved gently through the fur of his cheek as he had once done for her.
what was it about him? he was handsome, yes, but it was so much more than that, and all heda could think was that it was the sin of it she enjoyed, the layered convolutions of truths so dire that only she and anselm might ever hold it between them.
shyly, losing some degree of her trepidation, heda sought with unskilled want to rouse him further, kisses to throat and chest, and all the while her breath rushed hard, and she let the desire for anselm transform her into —
her sister's eyes were upon them in another clap of thunder, and heda froze. not with shame, not with guilt, but with an inexplicable anger which the den mother forced away. "druid." there was nothing else to say.