Two Eyes Cenote [cp] [m] hunger of the pine,

love in her eyes, adoration—and something else, too, something heady, something that possessed her to be a little bolder, to push her own boundaries. the talk with Eset had led her to the waters, and she had discovered something that day that this very evening was her quest to return to,
that Rashepses could bring this feeling in her to the fore then and there was something she yearns to answer to. she leans into him, she follows him with a laugh. they could do anything they two wanted—this day, it was about them!
and now her back was pressed against the wall, and her blood pounded loudly in her ears as she looked to him, gasping softly and exhaling something else with that same gasping breath—filled with only desire, no pain—expelled at the gentle force, and a shy laugh followed that, filled with wonder at the sound he drew from her that she had never before heard. 
you are magic, said the spellbound girl, moving to kiss his cheek, his chin. we must wait to… to… she could not say the words, blushing—it was not embarrassment, but her own desire that choked her! I will never leave that room, should we enter and begin. I have longed for you for so long now, Rashepses—I do not want short hours and quicker minutes, I want your days and your nights, all this whispered into his ears, for him to hear and him alone.
she could not lean away from his caressing touch; she was pliant, soft, yearning as he pulled her to him. he would hear the truth of her words in her breathy sighs that she had very little control over. all of this was too new, and quite unpracticed!