“Cheater.” Casey snapped bad licked her own wounds closed. “Alright, since I am not going to delve into that lovely flower of yours anymore…” Casey tilted her head to the side ahe wind rip through her strawberry-copper locks. “...tell me more about this pce, your secret house.”

  Using one of her hands, Sylvie reached behind her and patted Casey’s thigh. “I don’t mind you pying with my blood-cherry.” Sylvie opened and closed her legs slowly. “Just keep in mind that I might not do well with my neck, boobs and that being worked at the same time.”

  “Oh, now see. You had to call it that?” Casey licked her lips and bit down into Sylvie’s neck, and drew some of her lover's crimsoar onto her tongue. “You taste too fug great, babe.” She licked the wound closed and then wiped her lips. “You know…” Casey paused to reach around and trace her finger around Sylvie’s exposed clit. “...I am not really trying to…” She sighed, “...We’ve just had a very intense evening and it feels like we won’t have another ce to just explore and love one another.” She pced her on Sylvie’s shoulder. “It’s why I was in your p the whole time at the meeting.” Casey fessed.

  Toug her jugur notch at the base of her ned shoulder after Casey had taken the blood she wanted, Sylvie let out a pressure-driven sigh. “I thought there might have been a reason you were on me like maple syrup.” Returning her free hand that had been on Casey’s thigh and her owo the handlebar, Sylvie fed into and mewled tently as Casey’s finger sent sensual waves of warmth that made her fiihat…feels…keep doing that, love.” Sylvie partly begged, “As I said, it was the one spot that my tribe id cim to and I purchased the nd when it was sold off in the 1930s to raise money in the Depression.” Almost as if by muscle memory, Sylvie slowed to a op and turned right on another rural road and opehe accelerator once more. “I made it an unofficial reservation for any of my people to live on if they wished.” She bounced her kedly when Casey’s finger moved to the other side of her tender opening. “..I…um..” Sylvie turned and kissed Casey’s cheek while her partill rested on her shoulder. “...unfortunately none of the tribe is left, so it’s more of an outdoor museum.” Sylvie reached back to feel Casey’s tender cheek, “It isn’t the money, although I do make some off of the pce thanks to a souvenir shop, which I proudly stocked myself.” Sylvie grabbed the steering with both hands and leaned into a tight curve a her knee bounce off the asphalt, sending rubble through the air. “Ooops.” She ughed.

  “Stop tearing up the road, yoing to wreck like that, missy.” Casey announced pyfully. “So you have this museum, what about this house?” Casey sat ba her part of the fiher seat. “Twilight Eagle, right?” Casey inquired and looked up at the stars.

  After the small recovery, Sylvie guhe bike once again. “Right, Twilight Eagle. I mentio before back when I said where Martin came up with the business name.” When Sylvie felt her feminine flet released she slipped her fangs through her teeth a few times and half turo see Casey gazing at the stars. She watched where the road unfolded and ted down in her head from ten to zero before turning onto another partially hidden road. “We are almost there, Casey.” Sylvie squeezed Casey’s thigh again. “I think in about thirty seds you will see why I love this pce.”

  “Why did you build the secret please, Sylvie?” Casey ted to thirty and almost ohe woods that had surrouhem from the back portion of Brander’s Bridge road disappeared and fields of wheat and that still o be harvested came into clear view. Little cobblestone roads forked from the road they were traveling on, going to the smallest of farms and none of it was modernized. “I don’t even see power lines…Sylvie this is beautiful, I smell all of the animals, of course not all of that is nice.” She ughed and watched Sylvie poke her hand towards the stars, and followed her maker’s grayish digit. “Is that…oh…” Casey held her chest as the cool starry night led a deep-rooted warmth of belonging and brought joy to her dead heart. “Luna, Taini…is that..” Casey gulped hard and the rest of Sylvie’s blood that had been stuck to her toraveled dowhroat, cooling her need. “...So huge…the moon…” Casey hugged her partner as tight as she could, “...Magical…Cassiopeia, she’s sht, like her eyes are blessing this try.”

  Sylvie eased the speed they were doing and followed a series of roads that dumped into a field of lush grass that ran as far as the eye could see. Sunflowers dotted the field as did a handful of thick oak trees that based owisted and gnarled branches dehey were hundreds of years old. “We are going to circle through the trees and e out close to the bad of this little prairie.” She brought the motorcycle to an idle a bah her feet as they moved slowly. “Cassiopeia used to be uiding light really. It was how we traveled south for the heavy part of winter and could find our way ba the early spring when the rain came in from the south a.” Sylvie gave the cycle enough gas that it steadied itself while they made their way to the woods. “You will see a ‘sample’ of our lifestyle as we travel through the woods. I made it as an outsider looking in.”

  It took a couple of minutes and a very slow motorcycle t the lifelike diorama into view. Warriors oskirts watched both the edges of the wood, and partly turo see the children pying ireams that made up the small refuge. Casey spotted that most of the women were in the ter doing various things like tanniher, crushing seeds and preparing food - mostly fish - that had been caught by the others. “No women warriors?” Casey asked, puzzled since she recalled that Sylvie mentiohat she was a scout. She poio the others, “Wood carved? The shelters look real.”

  “That’s because they are real, Casey.” Sylvie stopped the bike for a few seds. “I carved all of the models from the pirees and made the … you’d call them tents…tent skins from deer.” She poio the silver stream that passed in the ter of the illusionary campsite. “We fished right off that bank. Never used poles, just s.” Sylvie looked up and blew a kiss to the steltion. “She provided what we needed.” Sylvie gazed over the nd and its natural paths that she’d turned into cobblestone walkways and roads that led all over the differeions. “I guess in a way Cassiopeia is providing for us now. e on.”

  the same respect for the area and her own lover, Casey blew kisses to both Cassiopeia and the wooden vilge. “We have time but please tell me we are close.”