<strong>Cecily</strong><br/><br/>Years before she’d been alone in a strange world, so different and so much more confined than what she’d been used to. There had been fear, loneliness, and all the pain that came with such an adjustment. But she’d chosen that, chosen to run from her home … from the fate that awaited her there. That had made it no less difficult and in a way something very similar to what Dawn had experienced.<br/><br/>Being Pure was pain in the ass enough on its own. But being Pure and not have been raised as such brought about a whole new slew of problems. She felt for Dawn, her heart went out to her, and politics aside traversing the interpersonal relationships could be difficult on the heart and the mind.<br/><br/>Dawn was a large part of her heart. Physically there were ways she could show her friend that, ways she could make all of this a bit easier for her. For Cecily sex and love did not always run hand in hand. But to someone like Dawn? How could she not love her lovers? How could she not be pulled into a deeper emotional pool than the rest? It was one of the things she loved about Dawn.<br/><br/>There was a side of things that could be different, beautiful. She wanted Dawn to know that no matter what happened she could have those things with someone who didn’t want anything from her … except to share ice cream and bad boys.<br/><br/>She was impressed by Roarke’s flesh, what woman wouldn’t be? And she watched him from the corner of her mischievous eye as Dawn kissed her gently. The corners of Cecily’s mouth turned up at the soft play of lips. A woman’s lips were so much softer than a man’s, the textures so different and yet just as arousing. She couldn’t think of a being on the planet that wouldn’t want to have the best of both worlds and have them both be Pure.<br/><br/><em>"He can make it...deeper, emotions, want, yearning, summon them out with his music. Do you desire that? I just want to be with my best friend, to give her what she needs and to forget, for a little while, the politics."</em><br/><br/>Cecily glanced over her shoulder and grinned wickedly. The shyness of Dawn’s kiss not causing even the slightest hitch in her stride, so to speak.<br/><br/>“Well that’s up to him, if he’d rather watch than play … that is. Though, at anytime I think we can give a demonstration of proper horn tooting.”<br/><br/>When she glanced back to Dawn, she let the full force of her arousal seep into her eyes and set them afire.<br/><br/>“You kissed me, it was sweet.”<br/><br/>She moved easily, straddling Dawn’s lap and pushing her friend gently back on the bed.<br/><br/>“Play me a tune, kind sir … and lets forget.”<br/><br/>When she leaned down and put her lips to Dawn’s there was no hesitation, no shyness. She kissed her like a woman deprived, full of heat and passion, full of want for a creature that was more beautiful that any she’d seen before. Her finger tips slid up Dawn’s side, gently, exploring the delicate curves she found. And still she furthered the kiss, her lips warm and taking even as they gave … and then she dove in, letting her tongue taste … and showing Dawn exactly which ways she could swing.