Rest
Song curled up next to Aiedail, her head resting in his lap. He looked down at her and touched her soft hair. Her pale white skin seemed to glow in the cool darkness of Aiedail's room. Her skin also brought out the color of her eyes, the pale blue gleaming.
They had grown closer over the course of a few months, to the point where they could sleep and bathe together comfortably. Cuddling was as far they progressed, neither wishing the contact to go further. They could sense the others' limit and stop well ahead.
Aiedail stroked her slim belly. Before meeting Aiedail, she had been brutally raped by her brother, and after he was finished with her, she had fled, and literally ran into Aiedail. Knowing instinctively she could trust him, she related her story. When she had finished, all he said was: "Do you want it back?"
Song blinked. "Wha-?" She said softly. "Is that-Is it possible?" Aiedail's dark eyes gazed at her intently. "What has been wrongfully taken should be restored." Song nodded slowly. "Thank you....my answer is...yes" Her voice trailed off as her vision grew dark and darkness rushed up to claim her.
She had fainted due to lack of food. Not only had she been raped, she had also been beaten, starved, and whipped. The scars had crisscrossed her back, bright red and bleeding. She had been taken in by Aiedail, who nursed her back to health.
Song reached up and touched the black markings on Aiedail's face, just under his eyes. They were one of the markings of a Cith, the race to which he belonged. A Cith's markings marked what he or she had done to get them. Aiedail's black fingertips had come from the time he had reversed a black hole, the backlash scarring his hands and knocking him unconscious. His black tail and hair tips had come from his involvement in the Chaos Wars.
Aiedail caressed Song's ears. She squirmed as her body responded to his touch. Between kitsunes, a touch on the ear caused a wild pleasure to run through the receiver's body. Yet, to Song and Aiedail, it simply marked the depth of their relationship. A small white light erupted from Aiedail's hand, forming itself into the shape of a small white dragon. Among Cith, to create such a creature was elementary. They had their own names, no gender was specified, and to show one meant peace. In Aiedail's case, N'rae, as it had chosen to call herself, appeared when she wanted. She was extremely sensitive, and around Song, whom N'rae hated, she was annoying. She chittered at Song crossly. Song placed a slim finger on N'rae's snout. Song tucked herself into Aiedail's side, and he put an arm around her. N'rae curled up under Aiedail's neck. The three fell asleep and each dreamed their own dreams.