Shadow of Her Sins, Chapter Nine (cont)
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jeriendhalNote: Short bit today. A horrible part of me wants to end the story here and make readers wait until Legacy to see how the trial worked out...
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Ali found it hard to get to sleep the night before her sentencing. She and Salli had made love again, and for a time she'd distracted herself guiding Salli into taking the lead. The subsequent waves of pleasure were bittersweet, with them both knowing it could be the last time. Late in the night, as she lay curled against her beloved, Ali rubbed nervously at the rough fur around her neck, wishing for a comforting weight that wasn't there.
“Ali,” Salli murmured into the nape of her neck, “you need to sleep, or you'll be an utter wreck in the morning. Do you need one of my pills?”
“No,” Ali answered. “I just... it's stupid, sorry.”
“If it's bothering you, it's not stupid,” Salli said, rising up onto one elbow. “What do you need?”
Ali sighed. “I wore the Red Vixen's collar for so long, I'm used to the weight. Sometimes the feel of it helped me sleep at night, when the nightmares came.”
Salli was quiet for a moment, long enough for Ali to worry she'd offended her in some way. Finally the noblevixen said resignedly, “Remind me to add insomnia to the list of sins I'm building against my sister-in-law.” The she slid out of bed, padding over the dresser and a slightly charred jewelry box that had been rescued from the fire at the Governor's Mansion. From it she drew out a heavy silver choker, which she gave to Ali. “Will this help, you think?”
“Yes, thank you.” Ali set the clasp behind her neck, feeling the comforting weight around her throat. They snuggled together again, Salli spooning behind her, the noblevixen's arms wrapping around her waist.
As she drifted into slumber, she heard Salli murmur in her sleep, “No chains.”
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To Be Concluded (really this time)
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Ali found it hard to get to sleep the night before her sentencing. She and Salli had made love again, and for a time she'd distracted herself guiding Salli into taking the lead. The subsequent waves of pleasure were bittersweet, with them both knowing it could be the last time. Late in the night, as she lay curled against her beloved, Ali rubbed nervously at the rough fur around her neck, wishing for a comforting weight that wasn't there.
“Ali,” Salli murmured into the nape of her neck, “you need to sleep, or you'll be an utter wreck in the morning. Do you need one of my pills?”
“No,” Ali answered. “I just... it's stupid, sorry.”
“If it's bothering you, it's not stupid,” Salli said, rising up onto one elbow. “What do you need?”
Ali sighed. “I wore the Red Vixen's collar for so long, I'm used to the weight. Sometimes the feel of it helped me sleep at night, when the nightmares came.”
Salli was quiet for a moment, long enough for Ali to worry she'd offended her in some way. Finally the noblevixen said resignedly, “Remind me to add insomnia to the list of sins I'm building against my sister-in-law.” The she slid out of bed, padding over the dresser and a slightly charred jewelry box that had been rescued from the fire at the Governor's Mansion. From it she drew out a heavy silver choker, which she gave to Ali. “Will this help, you think?”
“Yes, thank you.” Ali set the clasp behind her neck, feeling the comforting weight around her throat. They snuggled together again, Salli spooning behind her, the noblevixen's arms wrapping around her waist.
As she drifted into slumber, she heard Salli murmur in her sleep, “No chains.”
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To Be Concluded (really this time)
