#bergen_county

"Are you okay?" Nadeen pulls says when she and Dagmar are alone in the woods

"Yeah... just.. like.. not my kind of party? You could go, if you wanted..."

"Fft, it stopped being fun for me when I realized the theives got to keep their hands" A smile. Minor lie.

A laugh. "Well, that... yeah. That whole apartment is sketch."

"Little bit" she nods "You okay?" she strokes Dagmar's hair

"...Yeah?"

"Just.. sorry. If you want to go..."

"What I WANT , is for you to bend your head a bit so I can kiss you easier" Nadeen says "Don't you get it, Dagmar? I am very wildly seelie and while I beleive in love, I want to be with you. Just you"

She blushes... and bends her head.

And the sidhe kisses her, passion shining like star light

Dagmar scoops up the Varich in her arms - bodily carrying her over to a tree, making sure not to break the kiss.

From the new perch, Nadeen can easily reach Dagmar's lips. A most agreeable arrangement.

A mmmph of surprise, and delight!

And lips continue to taste

A soft chuckle. Dagmar is quite happy to nuzzle and kiss, if such behavior is more modest than that in the grove... it's still fairly bold for her.

Oh, it is, though Nadeen does say "You know, we could take off our garments just for each other... if you want."

"I..." Oh, even in the moonlight, she's purple.

Fingers along the arms "I care for you, but I never want to push I just.. remember when we were both satyrs?"

A sigh. "It was so nice... and.. easy. Yes."

"I thought, with just the two of us, if we take it slow, we could discover if we .. were ready for that? Bit by bit?"

"I... you know I... scars..."

"They're better..."

"The Scars don't scare me I know you.....better?" A smile "Show me?"

She takes Nadeen's hand, guiding it to touch her collarbone. Gently, carefully.

Nadeen strokes, not clinically, but not rashly

As she does so, Dagmar undoes a few buttons of her shirt.

And Nadeen does the same.. the two teenagers admire each other as they unveil.

"You are so pretty, my thunderer" Nadeen says

"You are as beautiful as you are in my dreams..."

"My north star, brightest in the winter... but shining so in the summer."

"Your northstar feels a bit lost in summer" she admits "But if we guide each other..." A kiss

"We'll manage." Oh, somehow her shirt is on the ground. Her sports bra is rather firmly in place... but bare arms and torso, blue skin over defined muscles...

"yes" Her own garments chosen to be fetching even when removed... and those muscles are admired with hand and eye. The two crumple into each other, kisses and strokes and... well, perhaps more, but what transpires is really no one else's concern.

(Fade to Beltaine)