Days prior, when she had stood there and watched the much larger woman taking off after having snarled about needing her space, Rivet had thought her heart would break into many little pieces. She’d also figured that she would never see Turq again. And she had sworn to herself that she would not apologize. Yet here she was, apologizing with a whine. Way to stick to your guns, she silently chided herself.
But she did not even remotely resist when her lover pulled her close, leaning against her much larger companion. “It was a stupid fight,” she murmured against Turq’s chest, breathing in the woman’s scent deeply. It had been a cold few nights sleeping without her companion, but not cold as in winter cold. It was cold and lonely. Not a pleasant feeling in the least, and definitely not something she was wanting to go through too often.
Even as Turq spoke her last sentence, Rivet knew that they would have their spats here and there. All lovers had their quarrels. That was not something even they could get away from. “Oh we’ll fight,” she sighed into her lover’s fur. “Just… it doesn’t need to go even half as far as it did. And don’t leave me like that again. Do you hear me?” A brief quiver ran down her spine as she remained wrapped in the embrace of the larger female.