Delaena moaned softly, running her fingers through Altair's hair and down his upper back and shoulders. She felt the muscles under his skin and could swear that she could feel his blood rushing under her touch. The women treated each other to such attention all the time, but the very way his skin felt under hers was entirely different from anything she'd ever felt. He was electric, he was fire. there were currents of lightning coursing through her body.<br/><br/>The priestess staggered back, falling to sit on the bed. She leaned back, wrapping one arm around Altair's shoulders and pulling him with her. All she could think of were the stories she'd heard as a child. The racier ones. The ones where they described in detail what the best male lovers did to their female counterparts. She felt her arousal growing, dampening between her legs. She found herself naked, leaning back further, running her hands over every inch of Altair's skin that she could reach. Another quiet moan escaped her lips. It was as if she'd forgotten the feud between their sexes, forgotten the armies of women and crashed crew of men outside her temple. None of that mattered right now. All that mattered was touch, feeling more of him.