Scarlett was drinking in the sight of Renee in the same way the other girl was. So long had she fantasied about this. Their night on hemlock was so long ago and the drugs made it little more than a fuzzy memory that she couldn't trust. But this was real, and now, and she could feel the warmth of Renee pressed against her. As they kissed, almost naked, Scarlett moaned Renee's name against her lips, one hand gripping her thigh and the other coming up to stroke Renee's nipple.