Celeste could not argue with his words. She giggled as he teased her, feeling his thumb against her cheek as she sighed again. She closed her eyes a moment and nodded as he vowed to be as tender as he could, leaning into the kiss to her cheek. When asked how often she'd caressed her folds while thinking of him, she looked away bashful. "A...a lady never tells...." she whispered, bashfully. She again shuddered, the warmth of his breath caressing her ear as she let out another delightful groan.<br/><br/>She felt a panic when the alarm continued to sound. She knew such an alarm was only sounded when a were was in the vicinity.<em>I-I can't be seen! I can't!!</em>, she thought, paling a bit. She also noticed a very different Roran in front of her as he withdrew from her and pulled his pants back up. Her green eyes widened when he ordered her to his cabin. She swallowed a little and nodded, pulling her bodice and chemise about her chest as they began to make their way towards his cabin.<br/><br/>"Roran....what's going on?!" she said, as they moved quickly towards the cabin. She was scared, her heart pounding in her chest now not from passions and love but from fear. She hadn't told anyone she was a witch, if it was a were...was it searching for her? Did Roran know her secret after all? No...no she'd never told anyone. When she had a vision if it took hold of her, she'd just dismiss it as a moment of exhaustion, the heat catching up to her....some easily believable excuse. But she knew she was scared either way, and for some reason she paused. She shook her head, but still, a vision came. And this time, it was quite clear: two werewolves would lay claim to her. And she would belong to both. She fell to her knees, her eyes going back in her head as she shuddered. And she felt that the were was near....very near....