The music never seemed to stop as Nyrielle and Ashlynn lost themselves in the dance. White and black skirts swirled around each other and they held each other close enough to feel the other woman's heartbeat clearly.
The familiar scent of lavender soap mingled with something warmer, the rich scent of cedar mixed with green, growing things that seemed to almost permeate Ashlynn's skin ever since she began to draw on her power as a witch. As they danced, the fragrance grew stronger, awakening a hunger that Nyrielle briefly struggled to control.
As they danced, Nyrielle's cool hands found the bare skin of Ashlynn's shoulders, tracing gentle patterns from soft shoulders to delicate neck and then lower, to rest just above Ashlynn's beating heart. The music slowed and Ashlynn's warm fingers played with the lace at Nyrielle's waist, tugging as if she was seeking a way to reach the cool skin beneath the dark dress.
