Blackfeather Woods [m] i must have dreamed a thousand dreams

oh, this girl did not know what she had gotten herself into. perhaps zaahira didn't, either.
hungry, starved, famished; as soon as the heather-pelted girl is within reach the jodai sweeps her into a strong embrace, lips and teeth reaching for earlobe and for jawline, for pulsepoint and the cool relief of bony shoulder. how long had it been since she had touched a woman in this way? how long had it been since someone had so much as hugged her?
eset had been the last one, the only one since —
but she refuses to think of her, of akashingo, of anyone but this beautiful shade who had come so willingly to her. her touch is gentle, but her grip is fierce; her body hardened by the sands and by war, but her eyes hold the pure, honey-coated adoration which could only be from one woman to another.