The air was cool against Éowyn's heated skin, a light breeze brushing over her taut breasts, like a sudden caress. It served as an unwelcome reminder that they had not even the relative privacy of her chambers: they were outside, and, yes, far from any village or town, but still, if someone were to pass by...
They will not. They must not. That would be the final straw, worse than any punishment Vanessa could devise. To be shamed was bad enough; to be shamed before her people, she could not bear.
She tried to push the thought away. They were sheltered by the woods, and few people passed this way. That danger, she told herself firmly, was only in her mind. The only danger she needed fear was the woman standing before her.
Vanessa had said something, she realised belatedly, and had to take a moment to process it, to think what that something had been. She wished, then, that she had not heard it. "...What?"
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They will not. They must not. That would be the final straw, worse than any punishment Vanessa could devise. To be shamed was bad enough; to be shamed before her people, she could not bear.
She tried to push the thought away. They were sheltered by the woods, and few people passed this way. That danger, she told herself firmly, was only in her mind. The only danger she needed fear was the woman standing before her.
Vanessa had said something, she realised belatedly, and had to take a moment to process it, to think what that something had been. She wished, then, that she had not heard it. "...What?"