[ M ] You're a habit I can't kick

Rhychdir surprised herself with how calm she felt in the situation. Perhaps it truly was a dream, something she’d eaten or drunk. Despite how surreal it felt to be standing with the other colorful woman again, Rhychdir knew, in some way, that this was not another one of her dreams. It had to be real. Which, perhaps disturbed and shocked her in some way, considering she really had resigned herself to the tragedy of possibly never seeing her family again. After all, she had gone to a strange land, where there were whispers of civil war about to erupt, and joined the mother fucking army of all things.

But, what was Rhychdir if not a fighter?

It had been her job in the Syndicate, aside from guarding the young ones. Vette’s voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

“I can imagine it was due to the same force that brought us to the children: fate, my love,” Vette said, standing and beginning to move towards her. “Or just dumb luck, who knows.” Rhychdir chuckled a little, shaking her head.

“Our lives have always been more than dumb luck, and you know it,” Rhy said, watching as the other approached her. “Life has always been more than luck since the day my parents didn’t put me in the lava flows.” She said. She was about to say more, but as Vette reached her and put her muzzle into Rhy’s neck fur. A shiver ran through her at the touch — it solidified the situation as truly and rightfully real in her mind. A surge of emotions hit her, a tremble touching her body.

“Would you rather I not be.. Right here?” Vette breathed in her ear.

“I would rather nothing else,” Rhychdir said, her tone sounding a bit flustered. The other woman had always had some kind of spell over her, some kind of way about her that turned the usually gruff, and guarded woman into something of a nervous schoolgirl. Rhy turned her head, touching her nose to Vette’s cheek. She inhaled slowly, drinking in her scent. How she’d missed it…

“We’re together again,” the Bradshagh’s voice cracked uncharacteristically, her words sounding raw but happy. Relieved, even. She took a breath, drawing her tongue across the other woman’s cheek. “I missed you. I really did.”

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Vettealya

It was much clearer that the woman felt the same as Vette herself did in the situation before them, her advance on Rhychdir would prove it so. She missed the closeness with the woman, something she craved but was never quite able to satisfy with any others since they had parted ways. I would rather nothing else . She leaned in closer, suffocating any space that could be left between them. We're together again, I missed you, I really did. She felt her tongue kiss the fur across Vette's cheek. I've missed you.. , she released her pressed self from Rhychdir's side, swinging her dome to caress the fur that ran from her chest and upwards, keeping her body low enough to stand and whisp her body under her chin, her tail kissing the side of Rhychdir's face as she walked away. I'm sure you've missed a few other things, too she purred, moving away from her further. Why don't we get out of the cold? Lets go warm ourselves upshe cooed back to the ivory and Crimson woman, her intentions clear and thoughts impure.

exit vette via "going to bed back at vette's place

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Rhychdir felt that old familiar feeling once more; the nervousness that she’d felt the first time that they had met, the overwhelming sensation at the other woman’s beauty. She still could never understand how she had managed to attract such a creature, but in the end, Rhychdir didn’t much question it. She had always assumed that the Volcano had willed it into existence, something good for one of her children, however chaotic their relationship had been at times. It was on par with a Bradshagh’s life, so to say.

“I’ve missed you…” Vette said, running her body under Rhychdir’s chin. “I’m sure you’ve missed a few other things, too… Why don’t we get out of the cold? Let’s go warm ourselves up.” Rhychdir’s eyes went glassy, dazed, and thrilled all at the same time. She had not allowed herself to touch anyone else since their separation, some part of her pining for the other woman in her absence.

“Anything you want, love,” Rhychdir purred, standing to follow the other woman, her steps uneven as if entranced by the other.

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