Sensitive
A fledgling, so to speak, she was still rather sensitive to the sunlight, despite her newly enchanted talisman. She moaned the good moan as I hugged her close to me- she sitting on my thighs as we melded together- but as the dawn-sun glistened through the white lace-drapes (her addition), I sensed her discomfort in the smallest of tight breaths.
"Okay," I soothed, quietly, slowly, lifting her up with me off my bed as I moved to the window. She wrapped her legs around my waist and nuzzled into the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking a little as I pulled the larger, emerald curtains closed, cloaking us in our delicious darkness.