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Summary: She'd never imagined herself in this position. Rahne/Sam. Mature content.
Author's Note: This story title references the song "Fields of Innocence" by Evanescence. The song inspired a part of the story.
Warning: This story lurks around much sexual, mature material; it is extremely obvious throughout the entire story. If this makes you squeamish, disgusted, or self-righteously angry, not only does the rating give you fair warning, but I am also giving you a second warning here. Please be advised that you continue reading at your own discretion.
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Prologue
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She'd never imagined herself in this position.
No, that wasn't entirely accurate. She had imagined herself in this position, in her dreams (his lithe body entwined with hers, the weight and slip of skin on skin, their breath harsh in ears and lungs). It was the same boy (his fingers gripping her hips, her thighs shuddering as he moved between them, the sound he made in the back of his throat when she squeezed, a canine whimper tearing out of her throat and mingling with his name). She had imagined him as her mate (a label that he'd been assigned by her lupine self).
Yes, she'd dreamt about it, about that, plenty of times. But she had never pictured herself sneaking into this boy's bed at night and never speaking about their encounters in daylight. She hadn't connected this intense pleasure to a kind of non-relationship. Friends with benefits (if they could even be labeled that): lovers under the darkness of the silver moon, and friends during the bright reality of day.
This was a precarious place to be, indeed.