<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/Poison_Ivy_2.jpg)</div><strong>Briar Rose</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Hg-CqLqGg4uAa-cEN-zWKVpQgNaDv5Kw4c8vsjo_4MY/edit)<br/><br/>The redhead's cheeks were hot.  Her whole body was hot.  She joined her lips with Scandal's--full and soft and pillow.  She accepted the soda from the other girl's lips and drank freely where at any other moment she would have hesitated to consume it before she'd had a chance to study it's safety.<br/><br/>"Two become one," Rose echoed.  in a quiet corner of her mind Rose reflected at how this illustrated human complexity, that she could make a conscious choice to embody the masculine forces in this act, and find those forces in herself to bring forth.  Scandal needed only to lay down beneath her, and Rose to make that choice, before she could find that sexual power and directness.  She grabbed the other girls ebony tresses and kissed her again.  Power of passion, both claiming and ministering.  That was the archetype she embodied here.  Her hand moved between the two girls, finding scandal's petals  She caressed the other girl's center quickly, bringing out her passion.  A man took authority in love, but he did not simply take pleasure.  Like a true king, he ruled.  He took responsibility for the pleasure of his beloved.  With a sensual purr, Rose's fingers grew more forceful in their caress.  Soft, strong fingers caressed Scandal's petals, then pressed down her channel, thrusting two fingers in and out.<br/><br/>Fresh, springy wood rose from the sand, coiling together, ti' it was smooth but textured, forming a rod that arched so that both girls could enjoy it's penetration.