Broken Antler Fen spindledown

No they did not. Bridget was no stranger to what they did. She'd shared trysts in the past, not many, but enough. Each one was burned into her memory for a different reason and each had ended for similar. Always an argument.

Bridget did not even pause to consider if this was more than a one time thing, if it was even enough of something to eventually see an 'end'. She rarely did. In the present, driven by need, it was nearly too much to even make it to the cover she'd chosen.

Playfully, gently, she pressed and rolled Teya into the soft bed of leaves. When her lavender gaze caught her friend's clear blue, she sought willingness each step of the way. She'd stay as long as she was welcome, as long as both were willing, and until the need that drove them both had been satisfied.