Shane outside their bedroom didnt look like she should be a walking, breathing, feeling person. She was something carved and shaped, formed into a fluid grace. A statue. It was almost foreign to Carmen, after all that character study, the first time she saw pain behind those green eyes that before seemed so invincible in their spirit. Like seeing a wounded animal. And an animal she was. Carmen could sometimes literally see desire rippling underneath Shanes skin, just beneath the surface, churning in her mind and stopping just behind her eyes and mouth. Desire that made a very primal, very natural force rise in Carmen, made her want to satisfy that yearning in Shane. Something she did, after the night she had finally, finally assured Shane it was ok. Over and over Shane would take her, on the living room floor, in the shower, amidst whispers and hushed moans inside a bathroom stall at the Planet. Pushing her and pouring all of that energy into her arching clenching body until neither of them could take it anymore and they laid against each other, spent, working to breathe.

But none of that was here now. Moonlight streamed in from the windows and cast subtle shadows over Shanes skin. The light would move as the clouds outside shifted, and her skin was so purely white that it creating the illusion that it was wet…slightly damp…glistening, as if she had broken out of a cocoon. There was a line of nearly transparent hair running from her belly button down her stomach and disappearing under the front of her briefs.

It was a trail Carmen had only discovered by touching it, but now the light made it catch her eye. She ran a finger softly along it, lower and lower until she reached the edge of Shanes briefs and a longer, narrower hand covered hers, closing around her fingers and holding them there, on the edge. Carmen watched Shanes hand as it struggled desperately not to shake, and then looked up into her lovers eyes as they stared at her calmly, Shanes head and shoulders remaining where they were.

This was the reality of Shane. Not the statue, not the animalistic ***** legend. This was Shanes trembling hand and Shanes eyes looking at her torn, as if a side of her wanted Carmen so badly that she would burst and the other side wanted Carmen to withdraw, and stop offering her things she had convinced herself so long ago that she shouldnt want and couldnt accept.

Shane looked at her in that half-guilty way, but Carmen was nothing if not unwaveringly stubborn. Shane let out the breath she didnt know she was holding and turned her gaze back to where their hands were clasped at her waist with a small smile. It was high time she learned to do this. Shane unfolded her hand from around Carmens and moved it up to trace the subtle lines of the Latinas face as the hand on her waist disappeared from view.

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Not sure if I’ll finish this specific scene or move on…we shall see