“Yow!” Julian lurched awake, shoving me away. I ran down the trail and burrowed under Julian’s blanket, pressing my cold little body against the warm wall of his chest. The cold air closed on my shivering body like a vise. I yowled as I leapt out of the stream to stand on the bank-wet, pathetic and shaking. Within moments, I was a cat again, up to my eyebrows in ice-cold water. Dawn drowned out the stars and replaced the moonlight, birthing day from night.Īnd in that instant of transformation, I felt myself changing, bending and bowing into my feline form. Not even a moan.ĭisgusted with myself, my soft headedness-my soft heartedness-I rolled from beneath the blanket and went to bathe in the cold, clear stream beyond our camp. I wanted him to speak my name but he did not make a sound. I should have enjoyed the power my hands had to rouse his flesh, but instead I wondered if he dreamt of me. I hated them, almost, my incorporeal rivals. What seductive sprites of imagination touched his body in my stead? I wondered what dreams he entertained in the darkness of his mind. I stroked him to release, and he never woke though his eyes moved about beneath his lids. And what a fool I had been to fall for it.īetween our bodies, my hands found him, freed him.
Of how he had transformed himself into so poor an imitation of this lovely, longed-for form. I held down laughter at the memory of my night with Galfridus. I silenced a moan, imagining the feel of that prodigious member stretching me, filling me until there was no room left for lust or longing. His hardened sex pressed against my belly. His hand moved lower, caressing my breast, skimming my ribs to clutch at my hips and draw me firmly against him. I turned my head to place a kiss in his open palm before taking his hand in two of mine and pressing it over my pounding heart. His hands moved on my skin, clumsy and unknowing. Two bodies moving together, finding solace in the darkness.
Awake there would be questions and explanations. I prayed that Julian would not wake as I moved against him, dragging my lips across his jaw, easing my hands beneath his tunic. Though I have never believed in a power higher than myself, nor in gods who inhabit a heaven above the stars, that night-that moment-I prayed.
The fire had died and there was no light but the moon and the stars.
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