YOUR MOUTH IS POISON

She knows Raisa would give her materials, but the question begged to be asked anyways. She nods her head as she listens, although she knows that she will not go and leave her out to dry. They have children together, after all. She hates that they must be separated during this time; hates that they cannot band together and lean upon one another for support in these darkest of hours. However, for now she tries to be content in her lover?s embrace, breathing softly and slowly as she inhales the spice of her scent.
She croons into Raisa?s touch, leading the way towards her den as commanded. Her heart feels elated; this is the first time they?ve shared a den together alone. When she arrives there is a certain glint in her fiery gaze, as she seeks to lock them with Raisa?s bi-colored ones, perhaps a hint of suggestion and proposition. They have never consummated their relationship, but Virgil yearns to. She?s never known the passionate, intimate touch of another; only the harsh movements of a male seeking to take advantage of her.