The Sentinels godspeed on the devil's thunder

indeed, it mattered not -- they were but two souls sharing in the revelry of physical touch and mutual attraction. the same heat that warmed aria's body quickened lasher's blood; his heartbeat sang in his ears, as did her own. they became paced, cadenced. he worshipped the sensation of her lips following suit, her body moving in his embrace to touch and to explore the body of the man who stood at her side. when she paused, he continued their slow dance; lasher circled 'round aria, his muzzle dipping below her chin -- his tongue slipped between his teeth to touch the tender flesh there, and a low sound of pleasure vibrated in his throat.

but he drew back the wanting of his body; here was merely an exploration, one that stoked the flames that had leapt up in a small inferno between the pair, and he did not in any way wish to rush such a lovely thing. and so taltos drew his kiss slowly from her chin to the hollow of her throat, placing a tracery of hunger that traveled toward her shoulder before meandering back to her ears, her lovely cheek.