The misting rain made her skin look like velvet, the droplets trembling as her breath fogged in the cool air. Olivia cupped her face, the warmth of her hands penetrating deep, leaving Astrid in a pool of warmth on the chilly fall night. Her hands came up to trace through Olivia's hair, slick and silky between fingers that trembled ever-so-slightly.

"Please."

Astrid wasn't sure if Olivia had said it as a quiet plea to be pushed over the edge, or if she had said it to bring Olivia in, but the result was the same. Soft heat blooming between them when their lips met, moist and warm, sliding together so easily, shocking easily, like the misty rain had blurred them together like wet clay.

Steam curled around them as they molded together, warm in the rain, not sure where one ended and the other began.