Ankyra Sound of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

firefly did not take her meaning, and it was just as well. erzulie felt little need to explain herself, for he had done well by her, and she too saw no shame in having been virginal. however, purity was only a burden to a jezebel, and she had long ago divested herself of the weight.
rolling to nip his hip playfully, the cinnamon-hued woman met his eyes for a long moment before rising, inviting firefly with a glance to accompany her along the shoreline, that they might bathe and perhaps enjoy the efforts of each other's body another time.