"Openness, and the Many Definitions of 'Intimacy'"
For Anya, re-adjusting to life as a demon is disorienting, and slightly nauseating. Luckily, Halfrek's there, sweet and comforting with soft hands and softer lips. "Just relax," Hallie breathes against Anya's open, parted thighs. "Forget."
She does; the guilt and desolation fade away as Halfrek's tongue circles her clit, making her head cloud and body writhe. When she finally comes down, Hallie's smiling at her, wearing her true face. Startled, Anya bursts into tears.
"Oh, sweetie," Halfrek murmurs sadly, pulling Anya close. "You've got to forget him."
Anya keeps her mouth closed, too ashamed to admit why she's really crying.
No Halfrek tag? :(