"Yeah, blame me. We so need to go flying to work this off."

"I'm too full to shift," Madison replied.

"My bat self would explode.

I'd be dropping guano all over the damn place.”

"Okay, that is WAY too much information," Heda said. Then she grinned and kissed Madison's neck.

"There are other ways of working off some excess calories."

Madison was breathing a little faster with each touch of Lips to skin, and Heda was apparently not going to stop until she had covered the bat-shifter's entire neck.

"Your place?" Of course the only difference between Madison's place and Heda's place was three flights of stairs, but who was to quibble?

“My place."

The two girls quickly and quietly hurried up to the second floor and then on to the attic. Somehow Heda had gotten her room into a semblance of order, though she was still waiting on her foot and headboards.

“Now you'll see what a real mattress feels Like," Heda whispered.

“Honestly not thinking about the mattress," Madison replied.

Heda set her friend on the mattress and then opened up some of the windows.

“Just letting some air and moonlight in."

Madison didn't quite get the point behind mood lighting, but if it made Heda happy, she would go for it. Then the eagle shifter went quiet, causing Madison to scan outward to find that her girlfriend was indeed undressing. The cool thing about her sonar was that she could stare without looking like she was staring. Then Heda settled onto the bed, sitting behind her partner and brushing that long hair aside so she could kiss that flawless neck again.

After her skin shivered with promised delight, Madison asked, "Was it like this for you? The first couple of times?"

"Like what?"

"Like the most amazing thing ever?"

"It was good," Heda replied, running her hands around Madison's body and stroking her breasts through her shirt, "but not this good." She started undressing Madison, slowly taking in each bit of skin as it came into view. She loved peeling off the tights that the girl always wore, but that damn bra and pantie set . . . those had to go.

Cotton underwear with pictures of cartoon characters really just did not do it for her, and she said as much.

"It's comfortable," Madison grumbled. She was certain that someone had told her it was all the rage. Of course, that could have been in sixth grade. She was not good at keeping up with that sort of thing.

"It's in my way." Heda quickly removed the offending garments, bra first and then putting Madison on her back so that the panties could go.

"Much better." She crawled back onto the bed, laying on top of her woman, her fingers intimately entwined with those of her partners, arms outstretched in a crucifix position. The flesh of a fighter and poet was pressed hard against the softer skin of the runner and mistress of music.

And then Madison said something to Heda that, along with the Voice that had so captured her attention, made Heda's blood fly through her body like a warm wind.

“Make love to me."