Adrei sunk into her wife's lips, just as Demond's sunk in with hers. They hugged each, sought each other, coiled into each other, for in this eternal iceland, only them will remain in the frozen passion.
Perhaps it is the proposal, or perhaps it is the fruit of having their loves confirmed in such idealised, dreamlike sequence, the Witch's lips left the dragon's as she peeked at Adrei, her wet robes in the cold water shuddering as she groped the collar.
Adrei widened her eyes as the Witch flung aside the hat, then the robe, the bare frame so smooth, so tender...so her claw quickly dug into her robe as she settled it aside to the pond, both their robes abandoned in the water as their lips crashed into each other again.
