Otter Creek untroubling and untroubled where i lie

they moved in the sort of dance that had characterized their meet from the beginning; she lifted her chin and looked upon him, and he upon her, with a hunger that had not abated in their time apart. many months had passed and she had grown cold without a lover's touch.
but there was no romance in this man; not in the flat mad glitter of his eyes nor in the sable lines of his thin-boned body. and yet still the mutewoman rose; she flung briefly her pale plume over her hips before approaching until the distance between them had been closed. there she lifted to him her gaze and traced his features with an expression not unlike a muted warmth.
stay. for a time, she whispered noiselessly to him; he was ardent, violent, but a breath to stoke the ever-present ember within her.