Slowly, Nyrielle led Ashlynn out of the steaming bath, water flowing over their supple bodies and splashing on the marble floor below.
Gently, Nyrielle wrapped a towel around Ashlynn, her hands running over the soft fabric to feel the generous curves of the buxom woman beneath.
For a moment, the two women pulled apart. Ashlynn took the goblet of cool water and drank deeply, calming her racing heart and clearing her mind of some of the fog brought on by the extremely warm bath.
Memories of Nyrielle's touch danced across her skin like dandelion seeds in summer and she found her gaze returning to the other woman again and again between sips of cool water.
"Come with me," Nyrielle said, taking Ashlynn's hand and guiding her toward the room's only door.
