Until this point Mati had only truly recognized the negative affects her actions had on the other female. She had been so focused on the fear and anxiety that she had induced, of the pain that she could cause. The feelings that Cambria gave her were blinding as well, her focus so shadowed by the overwhelming flutter of her stomach and the increasingly quick beat of her heart. She did not see that it was her actions, her words, her mere presence that turned the beautiful girls frown into a smile. She caused the wild beat in Mati’s chest, but there was no one but the Church fey that made it race in Cambi’s. The thought of being needed, wanted by another was new, new and exciting and it was placed right along with the rest of the experiences that Cambria brought her. It also made her wish to be closer, made her own heart beat harder and higher in her chest. It rang in her veins, pumping electricity beneath her skin.
Fast, loud, Mati though the fleeting desire to feel it and to touch more then just the soft palm on her hand. Her arm was loose as it moved slightly beside them, her own tail waving slowly and softly behind her, its own mind showing the happiness that she felt. It all felt right, and even in the silence, with nothing more then the spring-awakening sounds of the wilderness around them, she knew that told each other how they felt. It was easy to read the Marino woman, her features so soft and gentle and yet still vivid with emotion. And everything that her violet eyes read was encouraging.
A deep breath, her being still heightened, her heart still racing. ”Mine is too.” She confessed, her voice a bit louder. Her arm grew tense, as she raised the paired hands between them. Her heart fought to be free of it cage, attempted with each beat to draw itself closer to the other female. She placed Cambi’s hand on her chest lightly, their forms now connected in a way that only made Mati want more. ”See.” She spoke, quieter now, her breath taken as if the soft touch had pushed all the air out of her lungs. Her heart pulsed beneath the hand, locked under bone and muscle. Yet it yearned to show the other woman how much it desired her, with each hammering pound.
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