Madison rolled over and covered her face.

“I can never go on radio again."

Heda rolled on top of Madison and pulled her hands apart.

“You can and you should. You look so amazing when you're in the booth. You're happy there."

Madison felt cool grass on her back and warm flesh pressed against her front. The night air flitted about like a butterfly, caressed what exposed skin there was left.

"I'm happy here," she whispered.

"And I don't want to stop. And I'm scared that I won't be any good."

"Shh," Heda whispered.

"I don't care that you're not experienced, and hope that you don't mind that I am. I met a lot of people in Europe last year, and most of the places I stayed were a lot more progressive in their thinking. I'm not bragging, but you should know the truth. I had a dozen or so partners in one year, and each of them taught me something new, either about making love or about myself. I want to do all of those things for you. Trust me."

Madison's body burned with passionate embers, so much so that she thought she might light the whole forest ablaze.

"I trust you," she murmured to the darkness of her life, knowing now that it contained Heda.

Heda looked down at her companion, whose eyes didn't flicker on.

Madison wasn't using her Gift, so she had put herself completely in Heda's hands. Heda realized what it meant for Madison to trust her with everything she had . . . everything that the rest of the world had been too foolish and short-sighted to notice. She was smart, funny when she wanted to be, sexy --

"Say something," Heda whispered, kissing Madison's neck.

"Use the Voice."

"The what?" Madison asked, her eyelids fluttering.

"The Voice you use on the radio. Say something dirty to me." Heda kissed the other side of Madison's neck, then nibbled on her ear ever so gently.

"Can't. . . process . . . brain," Madison muttered, chewing on her bottom Lip.

"Say something," Heda whispered again, “or I'll stop." She sucked on Madison's neck.

"No." Madison had meant that to sound as a command, but it came out as a whimper.

"Don't," she whispered.

“Please.” Her voice dropped just a little and came out in a slow, sweet flow.

"I'll do anything you want."

Heda's skin shivered in the warm summer air. It was an intoxication that started in her ears and swept into her brain, making the source of the sound her utmost attentional priority.

"What I want," she said, her lips barely touching Madison's, “is to give you a night you'll never forget."