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"Valancy?" Cissy asked in a soft, thin voice one night, the first time she had ever presumed to do so, and Valancy immediately rose from the sofa where she slept and, for the first time, slipped into Cissy's bed. Both their heads lying on the same pillow, Cissy's face was so close to hers in the darkness that Valancy couldn't drag her eyes away as Cissy whispered, seeming shocked at herself for saying it, "I want..."
Valancy didn't need to be told what she wanted, because she felt it too, thrumming through her veins, urging her on, and she felt not an instant of hesitation or shame as she gently pulled Cissy into her arms, rolling onto her back so that she could feel the shape of Cissy's body fitted against the shape of hers, and kissed those pale lips.