On the dance floor (Changing Woman, Coyote)
From somewhere, a dim bell rang nine times and, on that final stroke, Kami breathed out and allowed her body to lean into Jack's tall frame. His words slipped over her in soothing, hypnotic trance and it was almost as it was before. The anger was gone; she only felt a growing peace and expansion as if her mind was unfurling like a flag in the breeze. She sighed. Her head rested against his chest and she listened to his heart beat, strangely tired and drowsing now.
She never even noticed the abrupt shift of his pulse, the speed of his breathing. It all escaped her as easily as her own elevated vitals or the sudden scent of sun-dried grass that surrounded her.
Warmth and growth and life and... Changing Woman lifted her head to regard her dancing partner. Oh, she knew him. Her smile lit a face darkened by hours in the sunlight, glowing copper-warm and she drew her hand from his to press it over his chest, feeling the shaggy fur beneath her palm. It had been so long since she had properly felt anything. Unhindered by Kami's perceptions, she enjoyed the texture against her skin as she let her mind wander to her own physical state. She felt deliciously heavy, the old familiar lushness of her own body at this time of the season. She relished the reality of sensation for long moments before her attention returned to her partner again, her head tipping up and back to meet his dark, sparkling eyes. Her smile widened more, fingers giving the fur a playful tug. "Coyote," she chuckled. "I see you've been released, too."