Two Eyes Cenote electrum

I want you.

Her eyes lock, and she shivers. The world falls away into hazy insignificance. Weakly, Eset's hand reaches to skim across the dark brow, trailing over the cheek to tangle into Tavina’s fur, the way she has imagined doing. It melts the last year off the sesh’s face, and she sees the vulnerability of the woman underneath, the one before Muat-riya. And pain. And her.

The stroking is gentle, drawn out, prizing the feel of rough fur in her hand. It is different from anything else; in so many ways. Tavina is different. Tears spring into her eyes and she lets them flow. I want you–

Surreal, ethereal, and she responds with aching warmth that only feared the future possibility of being turned away.

“Tavina,” Eset whispers against the bed, watching the face so near to her’s, the one she could not look upon without feeling a unfettered rush of devotion.

“I do not want anyone else. No one else. Only you.”