Reagan
I want you to know that I'm all yours; you and me, we're the same force.
She can feel him long before he approaches. The calling of his flesh to hers was like a fly beckoning to a flame—but surely she was the only one who would be singed by their heat. She senses that his is different—a beautiful mix of yin and yang that is bonded by soul, and by heart. He is no longer a shadow of himself, but a billowing flame of light and power. One she always knew he could be. All this she feels in more, as shades of them wrapped up in each other plays in her mind, and she gives a gasp. Her breast rises and falls with the heat of it, and a blush plays on her face… a memory that has gone too long. A time that was much too turbulent. And so, the sun had come, and bade them to depart from each other.
But she at least, was forever changed.
Giving him the privacy of his own mind, she sought to keep his head to himself. She wagered that if this moment had meant anything to him, she would see him again, and that he would know where to find her.
Reagan does not make a wager that she will not come up aces on.
The warmth of his breath rattles her, and rides over her back far before she sees his face, but she makes no move to try and hide herself from him. She is no longer black and slender—the moment of her magic has finally been reined in and honed to perfection Her body is mottled grey, with a black dorsal stripe that rides up the center of her spine. Her legs are wrapped in tight thigh high boots, and her hair is black as pitch. But her eyes---oh, are they vibrant green. And when she pulls her body out of the brambles—nay, they almost seem to part for her—it is with a contented sigh that she whispers his name.
Offspring.
She does not ask. She pulls herself into his scent and revels in the way her head tucks neatly in the crook of his neck. She breathes him in, molding herself to his skin, ears going back when she is burned by the heat that lays there. She surges her own fire, bristling her skin, making herself immune to his burns, but she does not depart from him. It has been so long—and there is so much to discuss… but this moment…
This moment was for her… Selfish as it was.