i never said that i would be your lover
i never said that i would be your friend
i never said that i would take no other
There is a blinding imperative need that accompanies the intoxication of sex, when Kensa succumbs there is only the slightest gain of clarity because she will not be satisfied until she plucks the band of tension she feels growing tighter and tighter each time her tongue or lips falls against Starsin. It is not a clarity that makes her wonder why she has done this, or even thinks beyond the next few moments of the gray woman’s rise. Kensa increases her attention on Starsin only, and then when she comes continues through the insistent pressure of Starsin’s body against her touch until the constellation marked woman relaxes and follows her ebbing pleasure into a hazy afterglow.
They remain pressed together, Kensa with her cheek pressed to the curve of a hip. After a while Starsin coils back to stand beside her and Kensa finds she is glad that the other mare seems in no hurry to leave, just as she herself is not. The river beside them seems loud now that the air is not full of the sound of Starsin’s pants and delicious cries and Kensa flicks an ear lazily toward it. Lips brush Kensa’s neck, preceding wicked words that summon laughter from the tricolor mare herself, breathless. “No?” Returns Kensa, low, more a purring tease than anything else as she arches her neck and lets a hungry kiss linger at the corner of Starsin’s mouth. The earlier greed drags its claws luxuriously over her, and she dismisses any thoughts of those men (and thereby happens not to summon up any recollections of the sexual tension between herself and Ophanim).
There is a pause before an eager gleam comes into her topaz eyes, ever bold. “Come here with me again" Kensa is heedless of the possibility of rejection, both because of what has just transpired and her natural recklessness. "This can be our place...anywhere else we will be only friends.” She pauses. There are untasted dapples on the side now nearest her and she dips her head to kiss the one glowing highest on her shoulder, a promise to keep for another meeting in this darkening place. “I want to know I can taste you again.” Whispered a light nip placed upon the other woman’s neck and the press of her muzzle against damp gray hide, her soft words hanging between them in the still close air of the riverside covert. She does not pretend at things like only this time she knows herself, knows she will be unable to abstain.
@[Starsin]
