There were some parts of being Pure that she thought never to understand and yet Cecily lead her deeper into it, making her see how sexual contact could be comfort with that look in her eyes and the pure heat of them. She shivered a touch, unable to help herself from being enthralled at the beauty of her oldest friend and she resisted not at all when the other woman pushed her back against the bed. The blond lay there, gazing up, smiling at the words that slipped so naturally from Cecily's lips; Ce had been born to rule, not her.<br/><br/>She had wanted to forget...<br/><br/>And ah it was so easy as Cecily's lips met hers, the heat, the hunger of it burning into her and making her skin shimmer to a glow, made her hands raise to tangle in the other woman's hair as she sighed in delight at the purity of it. Everything faded away in the face of that loving, heated kiss that demanded nothing from her save pleasure. And so she gave, pliant, eager, shivering at the caress up her sides, her own hands trailing down Cecily's back in an exploration of her own. When the kiss deepened and Ce drove her tongue into her mouth she moaned sweetly for it, shivering with want and tightened her arms around her friend, rubbing their bodies together as the faint strains of Roarke's pipes reached her ears.<br/><br/>The fire burned, sweet, tormenting, deep and she tangled her tongue with her friends, urging on the contact, fingers caressing the antlers and then through her silken hair, down her back to her hips and there she undulated her own, her nipples hardening in response to the primal, pleasure filled magic that flooded them.