The chamber was filled with warmth, soft breaths, and the trembling glow of candles that lined the walls. Lika leaned in, her lips brushing against Molly's with a gentleness that seemed to erase the chaos outside. Their mouths pressed together, and in between the kissing, Lika whispered softly.
"I am with you. Do not worry, Molly. I want you to enjoy this."
Molly's cheeks burned with crimson heat. She closed her eyes, letting the words sink in. For so long she had felt cold, detached, almost untouched by affection. Yet in Lika's embrace, she was melting. Lika's hands moved slowly, carefully sliding Molly's shirt away as if it were the most fragile treasure. She smiled shyly, her face pink.
"Your body is so beautiful, Molly. You are so cute."
Molly giggled nervously, then let out a sigh of surrender. "Lika, you are so sweet."
