Worship
by Alisa West

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      Antique gold.  Fiery copper.  Glints of sunshine that sparkled like jewels in a silk and satin blanket.  A cool, smooth sensation that trailed over her hand and through her fingers.  Twining a gleaming strand around one finger, she watched it slowly unwind to lay in a softly waving weight on her skin.  Carefully, she pressed her face against it and breathed in the spicy fragrance of candle smoke, herbs, and a subtle, virile scent. It was a heady perfume that made her sigh silently and nestle her nose deeper into the sensual cloud.  The links slid across her lips, leaving a tingling trail that could be felt long after the contact was gone.

     The comforting, and yet slightly mournful strains of "Moonlight Sonata" drifted over her head and filled the small chamber, a fitting background for the burgeoning pleasure that seeped through her bones, melting her slowly from the inside out.   Above, the moon threw off the covering of clouds and her fingernails stroked into the moonbeam that now glided along the sleek ribbon under her hand.  Feelings of lassitude, contentment, and banked desire stole into her heart and she leaned a little closer to the warm shoulder on which her head lay.   She almost purred in satisfaction, never wanting to move from this perfect spot . . . until her living pillow slowly stirred, causing her to give a small, guilty start. 

     Having been lost in the tactile feel of Vincent, Catherine wondered if her explorations had made him uncomfortable.  She began to reluctantly remove her hand only to have her eyes widen in surprise when a large, softly furred hand came up to gently grasp her fingers, placing her hand back into his flowing mane.  Her lips curved into a small smile and her quiet, happy sigh blended with Vincent's as she snuggled back into his side, continuing to worship him with her loving touches.  <