If Dancer was an illusion, Dora couldn't tell at the moment. All she could feel was the other woman's soft lips pressing against hers. The throbbing in her arms and her legs seemed to disappear as Dancer wrapped around her, she closed her eyes and felt her friend's skin on hers, their legs twining, the gentle touch of Dancer's hand on her hair.<br/><br/>It felt wonderful, she wished this moment would never end.