cold against the sun

[Jezebel]

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Jezebel smiled broadly when Ryan agreed, and she moved further in with the younger woman, ear flicking towards her as she echoed Jezebel's own thoughts. With Ryan's dress off Jezebel could see more of the other woman's cream and coppery tones, envious of her variety of colors, as she had always been of other coyotes with more colorful fur. Her own fur was becoming soaked as she waded in past her thighs, then dived forward, skimming just between the surface of the water and the sandy, debris filled ocean floor.

A moment later Jezebel resurfaced, taking a great breath before flipping her thick, wavy hair out of her red eyes, barely touching the floor of the ocean with the tips of her toes, feeling a few soft bumps as the more bolder fish came to inspect her. "It's so nice out here," Jezebel called over to Ryan, stroking her way a little closer to the other woman before relaxing back, letting herself float along the surface.

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