Slow and silent, Ari disentangled herself from Ingun and slid out of her comfortable bed. She moved carefully, keeping near the furniture so that the floor wouldn’t creak. She stepped into her leggings and did up her shirts, finally wrapping herself up in a coat. She would have liked to leave Ingun a sweet note, but didn’t want to leave evidence of their meeting. She knew Ingun would understand.

Ari let herself out the back door, the frosted grass crunching underfoot. Rather than open the rusted gate, she hopped up onto one of the refuse barrels and easily vaulted the stone wall. She was halfway across town, on her way to breakfast at the Bee and Barb when she crossed paths with Maven. They did not say anything to one another, did not acknowledge one another, did not even look at one another. But as the matriarch swooped by, her autumn cloak flapping behind her, Ari still felt a pang of fear in her gut. She would always wonder if Maven somehow knew.

Once she had some warm food in her belly, however, she mostly forgot about it, and was already planning her next visit with Ingun.





Well, this should have been done in time for February but oh well! Feedback is more than welcome, including concrit because I'm but a man trying to write femslash.
Tags: series:ari, relationship:femslash, kink:scissoring, kink:cunnilingus, kink:tribadism, char:f!db, char:ingun