Big Salmon Lake fist full of restrictions

When Rivet moved nearer and declared that Turquoise was all she ever wanted, the Gunner legitimately felt like the biggest bag of dicks on the planet. Is this really what you want...? she questioned silently, gazing into the sylph's face. She could see that it was, that Rivet would do anything just to keep Turq by her side. It was so unhealthy and the small part of Turq that was selfless and mature wanted to resist. Yet the larger part of her saw that she had the complete advantage here. She would get to keep Rivet and play on the side too.

Don't think like that, she scolded herself, keeping her focus on the small DeMonte. With a light sigh, Turq said, "Shall we go home then, love?" She did love the other woman, so she was happy to stay with her, even if she knew that this was all wrong on many different levels. She would get to have her cake and eat it too! "I'm going to do better by you," she promised vaguely, though Turq meant it.

Maybe, despite how it all looked, this would actually be good for not just for Turquoise but for Rivet too. Maybe it would be good for them, as a partnership. At least, that's what the tawny Gunner hoped as she slid her muzzle alongside Rivet's and then quietly gestured in the direction of home, her black paws already leading them there.