Our new lives

Briar said nothing more with words, but she said everything they were feeling with her body. Shifting them gently on the small bed so that they lay chest to chest. The fading scent of warm oil still lingering in the air, and the barron, cool room suddenly felt cosy. Comfortable. This room had never been mixing a thing, or a certain flair. It had been missing Briar. It seemed that had become the thing that made a place a house or a home. She leaned into the other woman, catching the alluring scent of her. She shivered delicately as Briar left a small trail of kisses across her brow, and the handmaiden's lips parted with contentment.

She felt Briars paws against her back in rhythmic, soothing motions. Feeling held and cherished by the tawny wolf. The intensity of that realisation fell upon Lia, and then she was returning the affections. She nuzzles Briar's neck gently, kissing her throat. Soft sounds of contentment in the back of Lia’s. Pressed together as they were, she could hear Briar's heart. Heart the way it picked up its pace, and felt her own join it. The rhythm of their beating hearts speaking as loudly as their lips, as Briar kissed her for the first time. Lia leaned into it, moulding her own muzzle to Briars. Parting her lips in a soft breath as she tasted the sweetness of her friend. Loving every single moment of this.