He turned and peered down into the wooden pots, selecting the dark green pigment and dipping his finger into the liquid. His fingers moved just as the...y did when he was using his visor, he was no stranger to using a physical medium, though he preferred to paint with a brush rather than his own claws... Trying to ignore the way that his finger created a wonderful indent in her belly, he drew the stalks of a plant, flowing and intertwining with one another as they traveled down towards her. Back then I was head over heels for my girlfriend Tanvi. We'd been dating nearly a year, were only 21 had the desperate, frantic, clawing kind of sex life that you associate more with teenagers. One night, in the middle of summer, we'd been drinking with friends at my house. The air conditioning couldn't keep up and the heat kept us all thirsty, which kept us all drunk. We sang like idiots and danced and shrieked and kept drinking until one by one each of friends left and we were alone. We. Best not risk further retribution, was her decision. Better to shiver all night and all day until the Spring when her return home could begin, than suffer more chastisement.The trees in this region lacked the exuberant foliage of her own beloved dense woods and forests. They afforded little shelter, specially now that they had shed their sparse and sere leaves. The constant drip of water onto her body all through the night became her familiar lot, except on occasions, when she summoned the two. ’ Sarah took a deep breath and hugged Vivienne’s arms closer about herself. ‘Do you have other lovers in The Court? I mean women?’ ‘I have had.’ ‘Katia?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Still?’ ‘It happens.’ ‘I knew you cared for her. You can sense these things. I suppose I’d already made my mind up to fall in love with you anyhow. But I’m glad I know for sure.’ ‘So am I.’ Vivienne waited then for the reaction that would mean everything for her self, and for the future, while she listened to the hurried thumps of her.