With him, she was not a cultbaby. She was bigger and stronger than any snake dancing ghoul or naked moonchild. Cecilia stretched on into space, into infinity. Running on a high octane breathlessness that thrummed without rhyme or reason inside the busted cage of her chest. Up on her toes, those cupcake-laced Keds pitching their points when her eyes alleviated the star-pricked blanket above them. Whatever demon she'd just slayed in that plant, it felt so good..
As good as his hand in her's, fingers knotting in a tight, unforgiving spasm that whispered forever.
Or.. just until her palm wormed a suddenly self-conscious Houdini act, away from his. Cramming fingers marked with the venus blossom's blood against her stomach. Wipe and grind, the streak was a clotted shine against the black ribs of her beater. Still, it stained the underside of razor nails, dark and moody.
Which matched perfectly to the cornflower maiden's fresh temperament when she turned away from him to tuck bits of brunette behind her ears. What the hell did she think she was doing? Standing on a roof with this man, holding his hand, while her boyfriend (presumably) slept downstairs..