<div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/Oena_zps2a07f796.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Vanyel<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Furs<br/><strong>When: </strong>around noon<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Oena had hoped he would let it go, but had come to know not to expect it. She was far from perfect, but she generally had a much better grasp on the words that came out of her mouth. It wasn’t like her to slip this way, but it happened and she took his tease in good spirit. After a brief kiss, she heard how he meant not to let it go and laughed softly.  “I suppose my working harder at it isn’t all at your disadvantage.” She conceded, and neither would it be at hers. Vanyel was a skilled lover that had learned  every secret her body had.<br/><br/>The pleasures had a different meaning to her now. A tribute to the Great Mut, of course, but also a plea that her essence and Vanyel’s be mixed together. She had no idea of a child of his essence would have the same problem with his voice, but Oena knew she’d love the child regardless. She loved the man more than she ever thought it was possible to love someone, and she knew she was capable of the same love for the baby that would grow in her womb.<br/><br/>Oena returned the kiss, feeling content and happy. The thought that they should consider getting cleaned up and ready for a meal crossed her mind, but was quickly pushed back in a corner. She could feel his love again, his desire in the way he was touching her. She caught a hint of his smile. “What just crossed your mind, Van?” She asked. She very rarely called him like that and when she did it was often because he did something that intrigued her, that she couldn’t explain. </div>