Trista yawned sleepily as she looked around the small tool shed she found herself in. The first thing she noticed was that she was warm despite lying on an old mattress with only an old itchy wool blanket for cover. She sat up and groaned, there were some disadvantages to being a werewolf, namely sore muscles and aching bones the next morning. She worked on massaging her left shoulder as she glanced around the shed looking for the source of the warmth. She shook her head as she couldn't find it. "Must be magic." She sighed as she picked up the tattered remains of her blouse, "Rubbish." She glanced around hoping to find anything useable to get back to the house without freezing or being seen without her clothes.

Rose smiled as she knocked on the door to the tool shed. "You decent?"

Trista hugged the blanket to herself, "Not really but as I don't see my clothes anywhere, you might as well come in."

Rose smiled as she used her boot to push some of the fresh snow out of the way of the door so she could sneak inside. She smiled briefly as she noticed that Trista was naked other than the worn blanket that only mostly covered her.

Trista shivered as a gust of cold air swirled around the inside of the shed robbing it of warmth. She looked hopefully at Rose, "Please tell me you have some extra clothes?"

Rose quickly pushed the door shut to keep the cold out. She smiled as she pulled a bag out from under her cloak. "How much do you love me?"

"Lots and lots." She smiled at Rose, "Please, before I freeze to death here."

Rose smiled as she tossed the bag to Trista, "You know Gabrielle would have insisted on a show before she tossed you the bag."

"Yeah well she is an evil, evil girl. By the way where is she?"

"She wanted to come but had to help her mother with some stuff in the kitchen so I snuck out to help you out."

Trista nervously watched Rose stare at her few a few seconds, "You aren't going to turn around are you?"

Rose smiled, "Do I have to?"

Trista shook her head even as she started to blush, "You really want to see, don't you?"

Rose nodded nervously half afraid that Trista was going to hate her or think she was a complete freak, "I'll… you hate me?"

Trista shook her head, "It's not like I have anything to see, I'm just..,"

Rose could feel her heart race, "You're just you, you're special." She bent down and knelt in front of Trista. She reached out a hand and brushed a lock of Trista's hair from in front of her eyes.

Trista wasn't sure what she was thinking, a part of her was saying that her friend was crazy, another part, the part that was a little girl that was still dealing with the feelings of rejection and hurt caused by her lycanthropism wanted nothing more than to be loved. She could feel her friend's hand lightly brush her face as Rose tucked her hair behind her ear. Trista nervously bunched the blanket up and set it to the side. Her voice nervously broke, "You, you can look." She had to stop herself from gulping as Rose ran her finger tips down the back of her neck slowly.

Rose tried to calm the raging voice in her head that told her to bug out and run as she whispered softly, "And touch?"

The blush that had been creeping over Trista's face burst forth like a wave of fire. "And touch."

Trista's shiver had little to do with the cold as she arched her back into Rose's touch. She closed her eyes and relaxed as Rose's fingers trialed along her back. She took a deep breath as she felt Rose's fingers ghosting along her bum. She briefly considered moving her friend's hands back to some place safer when she felt something brush her lips. She opened her eyes and blinked as she found herself looking into Rose's lovely green eyes up close. Her beast stirred briefly as she felt her friend's tongue run over her lips.

Rose's frantically beating heart slowed a little as she felt her friend returning her kiss. She carefully worked on lowering Trista slowly to the mat as she continued kissing her.

Trista was slightly surprised to feel her back hit the mat, at least until her friend's fingers trailing down her chest distracted her. She wasn't sure what to think as Rose switched from kissing her lips to licking her face. It felt a little weird but it wasn't unpleasant, far from it, especially as Rose brushed her nipples with her fingers.

By the time she switched from nuzzling Trista's neck to using her tongue to play with her friend's nipples, Rose could tell that her friend was more than a little lost in the sensations.

Trista arced her hips as she felt something brush between her legs. She was feeling more than a little fuzzy and euphoric as she heard her friend's voice softly ask, "May I play?" Trista nodded her head vigorously as she felt Rose's fingers rest on her crotch.

Rose continued carefully rubbing her friend's soft skin as she whispered a pain reduction spell under her breath. She carefully pulled out a white handkerchief from her pocket. She just hoped Trista was a bit too distracted to really notice the handkerchief as she slipped her index finger carefully inside her friend.

Gabrielle wasn't sure if she wanted to scream, cry or shag herself as she was rocked by the emotions billowing from the shed. The snow that had been threatening all night started falling with a vengeance as she knelt in the cold snow and tried to deal with the emotions washing over her. She had just finished helping her mother in the kitchen when she realized that her friend would be waking up in the shed alone. She had collected a few things and rushed out to rescue her friend. She had almost reached the door when she had felt the emotions streaming from the shed. She had made the mistake of opening her mental shields, she had barely made her way around to the back of the shed when the waves of pleasure washed over her. She was so conflicted she couldn't decide if the tears freezing on her face were happy tears for her friend's pleasure or tears of pain for herself. She barely even noticed the cold nor her dropped bag as she knelt in the snow and cried.