Nyarien hissed and punched the sand next to Leena's head.<span style="color: #b30000">"I don't... this isn't what..." </span>She slowly curled herself around Leena and deepened the kiss as she held her lover as tight as possible.<span style="color: #b30000"> "I hate feeling like this... but I hate being away from you even more."</span><br/><br/>"I understand, and I won't ever ask you to forgive her for what she did but I have and I'm ready to move on. If nothing else she'll make a good set of extra hands around the house, but enough about her. How are you feeling so close to giving birth?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>