That's not a cultural hangup, that's just me.That's not a cultural hangup, that's just me. There are so many things about my burned blood that I've overcome... my love of males, my affection for things not human, my interest in pain, my exploration of limits other people dare not touch. Somehow, through all this, there are things even I feel I shouldn't think about. Like touching my children. I heard footsteps behind me but didn't turn around. The scent that wafted over me was distinctly Aaden's as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pressed his hips against mine. "Hi," he growled softly. "Hi yourself, sexy skunk." "Are you ready?" I sighed. "No, but that's not gonna stop me." Silence fell between us. Then, "You say that before heavy scenes, too, you know. We're supposed to be kind and loving tonight." I turned in his arms to face him. "And we will be." I stopped for a second. "Between us, heavy scenes _are_ kind and loving, Aaden. But it's still going to push my limits, and you know it, and I know it." He nodded softly, his face open to a kiss, so I gave him one. He stayed with the kiss, our tongues meeting softly. There's nothing like feeling his muzzle part and our tongues meetings... it's simply indescribable. We separated and he said, "Come on. |