The Tangle when you grow older and all those boys grow tired of you

furi yields to her, no, returns her touches. there's no instinctual drive here necessarily, she's right, but there's -- something. wildfire had confirmed, once, that she and nomi had sex, so blixen knows it's possible -- and honestly even if it wasn't she's so determined in this moment to make mallaidh feel good she thinks she could invent lesbian sex if need be. as far as she knows, her and furi are both equally inexperienced, which makes it seem easier somehow. it's up to her to figure it out for them.

"yeah," blixen murmurs into mallaidh's throat, "yeah," and runs her mouth down slowly, nibbling gently at her shoulder, her chest, her sides. loathe to separate even an inch of skin from her, she shifts slowly, entwining herself around mallaidh's limbs, rotating until she can gently mouth at her thighs, teasing, bluffing past her own hesitancy.