Chapter 13

Dani was also the first to recover. She pried her hand out of Rahne's (Rahne had nearly broken Dani's hand in the throes of passion) and looked at the two lovers. Sam was sprawled almost bonelessly atop Rahne, who had slipped her legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. Her arms were wrapped around him, holding him tight atop her. They were both breathing heavily, but slowly returning to normal.

Sam was the first to speak. "I must be squashing you. I should get off..."

Rahne tightened her grip. "Nae! I don't think I ever want ye to move." She paused, then spoke more tenderly. "I can still feel ye inside me. Ye're softer, but I can still feel ye pulse every time yer heart beats. 'Tis wonderful."

Sam lifted up his head to smile down at her. "I'm afraid that won't last much longer. Pretty soon, that'll slip out all on its own."

Rahne buried her face in his chest, rubbing her cheeks against his skin. "'Tis all right. It still feels grand."

Sam reluctantly spoke. "Rahne... what you said at the end..."

Rahne kept her face buried. "'Twas Dani's idea, but I was the one who chose ta speak that way." She pulled her head back and met his gaze. "Did ye mind? Was it too brazen of me? I did nae mean to upset ye, but it just felt right at the time..."

Sam stopped her babbling with a tender kiss. "Girl, it was perfect. You were perfect. It made it all so real, and so personal, and told me that it was me you were wanting..."

Rahne looked hurt. "How could ye doubt that for an instant?"

Sam drew her close. "It wasn't that I doubted it, but there's a world of difference between just knowing something, and hearing it."

Rahne softened. "That's just what Dani said. Does it really make that big a difference?"

Dani figured that was her cue. "Let me show you." She slithered in close to the two intertwined lovers. As Rahne met her gaze, she spoke softly. "I love you, girl." Then, after a soft kiss, she spoke again. "I love you, Rahne Sinclair," and gave her a second kiss. "Do you see the difference?"

Rahne blushed and smiled. She tenderly kissed Dani, then Sam. "I do. I love ye, Danielle Moonstar, and ye, Sam Guthrie. I love ye both with all my heart."

Sam felt a little awkward with such open expressions of emotion, but realized that "naked in bed, inside one naked girl, being hugged by another naked girl, after the most incredible sex he could never have imagined" wasn't quite the best time to keep up the macho emotional reserve. "And I love you both." He kissed them both tenderly. As he twisted to kiss Dani, he felt himself slip out of Rahne.

That prompted a sigh of disappointment from the girl. "I suppose ye'd best get off me now, Sam." Sam slid off to the side, rolling on his back. Rahne pressed herself against his side, her head in the hollow of his shoulder. Dani once again crawled over the both of them, taking up the same position on his other side. She realized they had recreated their earlier positions, when Sam had complained about being taken for granted. He'd been right about this being a wonderful way to lie together.

After several moments of contented and satisfied silence, Rahne spoke up. "So... what shall we do next?"

Dani took a moment before answering. "I dunno about you two, but I could use a little nap." She concentrated for a moment, and a satin-soft sheet appeared and covered the three lovers. "Sam, it's your fault. You're just so darned comfy."

Sam chuckled and pulled the girls tight against him for a moment. "I suppose I can live with that. Yeah, a little shuteye sounds just about perfect right about now. Especially right here, between my girls."

Rahne started to protest, but was embarrassed to be interrupted by a yawn. "I... I suppose a wee nap wouldn't be sae bad." She closed her eyes, allowing the steady beating of Sam's heart under her ear to soothe her to sleep.

Rahne woke up, eager to see what else her lovers were going to do. But to her surprise, she was alone, back in her own bedroom in the mansion, dressed in her nightgown.

She blushed. It had all been a dream. A terrible, lustful, wanton, depraved, sinful dream. She had no idea she was even capable of imagining such wicked, wicked things. She ought to be ashamed of herself.

Instead, she smiled. She'd never tell anyone about her dream, but she'd never let herself forget it.

As she settled back in her bed, something on her nightstand caught a glint of moonlight. She flicked on the light, she realized there was something on her nightstand that didn't belong.

She picked up the small item. It was triangular coming to a sharp point, and made of a dusty rock.

It was an arrowhead. An arrowhead made out of coal.