Change of Scenery. Change of Heart?

Resin was gentle and she was patient. The scarred woman listened to her lover and was attentive to her needs and desires. This was Tams first time, so she did her best to make it as spectacular as possible. Not only once, either. Resin worked to bring Tamsyn to the height of pleasure several times during the night.

The pair eventually slept, curled in one another's embrace. Resin had sweet dreams that night. Dreams that involved the smaller woman beside her. Love had never come easy to Resin. She was a hard woman and, despite the image that she portrayed, was rather judgemental. Few were good enough for her affections. Tamsyn, however, had swooped in and laid siege to her heart before she was even aware of what was happening.

Love was a weakness. When you loved another, then there was always at least one way that you could be wounded. The maned dame had been massacred by love in the past. Not once, but three times. Hopefully this time would be different. She was willing to try. Already Tamsyn was the owner of her heart.

With morning coming, Resin woke first. She could still taste the black beauty on her lips and grinned a bit as she looked down upon her. Carefully, she extracted herself from Tams limbs and padded softly to the door. She was careful not to wake her lover as she crept out into the pre-dawn to hunt some breakfast. About an hour later, just as the sun was tinting the land with shades of orange and gold, Resin returned with a fat piglet between her jaws.