Editing Idranel (section)

==Dear 'Farseer' Part Three==
(Editor's Note: This is the third part of the letter.)

We spent two weeks, living just like that - I stayed within her quarters, I wore some of her old clothes, and even even slept in her bed. She insisted the couch of her sitting room was as comfortable,
and refused to ever consider taking turns, saying I should have the bed, being injured. I'm not sure how she kept my presence hidden, with the additional food and supplies she brought home just for me.
My wounds healed, little by little, and while the flesh wounds started fading, the broken ribs took time to heal. Each night, Derosa would help me change my bandages, and check how my body was
recovering, gently probing to see that the broken bones set properly. She had seen, and touched, my body often enough, in the first time after my arrival, but even so, this time always had me nervous,
fidgeting as she went through the routine. So it was, too, the day when she finally declared the last of my injuries healed. The procedure was the same - she'd sit behind me, on her bed I had occupied as my own, first pulling my - her - shirt over my head, then unwrapping the bandages, before running smooth fingertips across my ribs, checking carefully for remaining fractures. This day, however, her fingers stopped
at the bottom rib, and she leaned forward, speaking close to my ear, in a near-whisper. "That's it. They've set properly, and are completely healed, now. You're as recovered as you will ever be." I was happy,
of course, but also felt some trepidation. Would this make our time here, this time I'd begun to treasure, come to an end? As if she'd read my mind, she continued. "But that doesn't mean you have to leave...
right?"

The last word sounded almost terrified, but I had no time to respond. The fingers that moments ago had checked my ribs moved, quickly, and I felt something on my neck. It took a few moments to
identify the sensation as her lips, softly pressed against me. They were followed by her body, moving quickly, pressing close, as her arms crossed and her hands settled, square over my breasts. She held me tightly, as thoughts raced through my mind.

Was my being here so important to her? Why does this feel so utterly, so terribly and undeniably...right...? Is it... is it really okay? To begin with, she's a mon-keigh, and I'm... and we're both women!
Her fingers, now taking hold of my nipples, already stiff, and squeezing lightly, ended these thoughts. Right or not, I wanted this. More than anything, at that moment, I wanted her. I wanted this woman named Derosa, and I never wanted to let her go. I half-turned, and whispered back to her. "I'm not leaving." It was just what she'd wanted to hear, and it felt as if something was released, at that moment.

My friend - no, lover - pulled herself forward, planting kiss after kiss on my back, on my neck, and on my ears, and her fingers begun rubbing my nipples - rousing the flames within higher, as a sense of spreading warmth within, which mixed with that undeniable rightness, producing... something. My first moans, escaping unbidden, seemed to spur her onwards, her kisses growing ever more fervent until she half-raised herself and sucked the point of my right ear - I never knew that could feel so good! Derosa, satisfied with the reaction it evoked, proceeded to slide one of her ever-moving hands down, into the panties she herself had loaned me, and two fingers found their way even further, sliding inside with no resistance between lips already as invitingly wet as they had ever been. The sensation as she explored within, added to the fire already awakened, and the tip of my ear in her mouth, lovingly caressed by her tongue, soon brought me to a place I'd never before seen - I lost myself to the waves of pleasure so completely that, while Derosa claims I screamed as well as any banshee, I have no memory of doing so.

(Editor's Note: And that's it for this time! Could it get any hotter? Buy the next issue to find out!)