Round 4

As Jeane's fingers trailed along Silra's arm, the elf's skin prickled under her touch, and her eyes followed the curve of her lover's shoulder, the line of her neck now imbued with new significance in their secluded haven. Jeane's hand moved to rest on the small of Silra's back, pulling them closer as she murmured, "I've imagined this," her breath whispering against Silra's ear. Silra let her fingers trace the curve of Jeane's wing, marveling at its delicate yet powerful strength. She leaned in, her breath ghosting over Jeane's skin, and admitted, "I've thought about this," her voice barely above a murmur, steady despite the flutter in her stomach.