Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

it was not the first time she had been wanted. she thought of the man in the fen, of sayf, of reno. of the other silent, unnamed, unaddressed encounters she had sought during that break with reyes.
the way bronco looked at her was different. this was not teya seeking another anonymous liaison. she knew the visibility of choosing him here, like this. 
but the raven fervently, defiantly chose not to care. she chose to embrace this moment and the way his voice vibrated her skin and the water lapping around them.
her mouth was wet with the lake when she lifted it to him; her ears slipped back and eyes slid to a half-smoulder, as her own voice answered him in a slightly higher sound that embraced his intentions.
and her heart raced on.