Vaela and Solavara tumble through the moonlit garden, half giggling, half moaning, fingers fumbling with fastenings, lips feverish and determined. The garden seems to sigh with them… flower petals tremble, vines curl, and leaves rustle with voyeuristic excitement.
Solavara grabs Vaela by the waist and pulls her close against a tree thick with glowing blossoms. Vaela gasps, breath caught in her throat, but her smirk never falters. Solavara's hand slides up her thigh, while Vaela bites her lip, arching into the touch.
"I think we're already starting a merger," Vaela pants, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak.
Solavara laughs, low and wicked, her fingers now confidently exploring. "Good. I'm very interested in a full acquisition."
