She had a stunning body; older than Cerul, but just as fit, and a bit more matured, as well. She poured all of her fear, guilt, and pent up passion into their brief session, her inhibitions set aside, taking him inside her, not letting him pull out when he came, riding him all the way to her climax, a soft cry escaping her lips, the only sound, aside from the movement of their bodies.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes later, she's still lying curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly, a smile on her face, when the distinct bird call they'd chosen for their signal for danger rings out from the sentry; silently and swiftly, everyone wakes, or wakes their allies, and rises to arm themselves.