Broken Antler Fen spindledown

"and we do not have a while," teya grinned, allowing herself to be drawn and enticed and steered toward whatever wild locale bridget had chosen. she too, did not wish to wait; the search for a den demanded a patience that the violet simply did not possess at this moment.
a small part of her wondered why now the red-masque had chosen to engage her now, but then teya subsided in the doubt that wanted to grow. it did not matter when, it only mattered in the now and the present.
she kissed bridget again, breathlessly, pressed back against the leaves and searching the other's eyes, something, always something, rising soft and pinked in her chest when her companion was near.