Clara and Atticus walk silently in the night, her gaze drifting up to her mate frequently. If he wasn’t holding her hand, she’d think he was mad at her. Eventually, they reach a far enough grassy plain. Atticus turns to Clara squeezing both her hands. “You sure you want to shift tonight, how about tomorrow?” Raising her eyebrows, she’s met with a heavy sigh. He’s not ready for a scolding but at least he tried. Kissing Clara lightly on the lips, he begins to slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She hesitates at first but enjoys his touch, the intimacy exciting her. She unbuttons his trousers and lifts his shirt over his head. For a moment she debates sacking off shifting and having him ravish her now. As soon as she thinks it, there’s a conflict of emotions from River. Breathing
