Re: On the dance floor (Changing Woman, Coyote)
"I believe so." Changing Woman turned her face into his warm touch for a moment, allowing him to caress her skin briefly before she straightened and took a step back to consider his returned form. A smile grew on her lips until she laughed out loud. The sound echoed full and warm. Motioning with a crooked finger for him to bend slightly, she reached up as far as she could to dig tickling, scratching fingers into the warm fur just beneath his chin. Just as he seemed about read to rumble with pleasure, she drew her hand back and smiled again. A step increased the distance between them and her regard was amused and warm, very familiar to Coyote. "We should make the most of the time we have," she pointed out. "Who knows why this happened? It's so strange to be free again after so long."
Her expression melted into pure fondness and she lifted her hands to study her palms vaguely. "She's denied me all this time," Changing Woman whispered, half to herself. No sense of reproach shaded the words, though, only faint confusion at the thought of denying oneself.