Sleepy Fox Hollow Lilac and gooseberries.

It had been long over a year since Nyx last played her part in this embrace. As Mahler shifted to align and join their bodies, she sucked in a sharp breath as memory, not pleasure, flooded to the forefront of her mind.

The roughness of teeth of her nape; scraping of claws at her underbelly; awkwardness of an inexperienced duo exploring the opposite sex for the first time, not knowing that such an encounter would bring them to ruin.

Lycaon, but not Lycaon.

The tremor of guilt and regret passed quickly, cast aside in favour Mahler and this moment - one that she so desperately wished to hold onto, yet some part of her knew that his touch would grant her only temporary resolve. It was the best she could hope for, she supposed, so may as well make the most of it while it lasted.

She could hear the thrum of a rapid heartbeat pulse in her splayed lobes, feel its source make attempt to escape ribs that caged it. Rhythm took over and at last Nyx allowed her muscles to slacken somewhat, her shuddering exhale enough to communicate a willingness to continue.