Never did you think that healing involved any of this.

It was routine now, you and Lottie, sharing so called sacred moments. She told you touch is sacred, connection is healing. And for the both of you, it was.

You had your own ceremonies, which included her laying you down in silk sheets, thread count far too high to imagine. She tells you to surrender, which takes no repeating— for her you’d do anything.

Tonight was no different, laid out like a sacrificial lamb in her sheets. Her touch gentle along your skin, her voice even sweeter. Her lips are soft, treating you with the utmost care, you are her princess after all.

Your body is a temple and she knows the rituals.