"The male of the species doesn't really call to me. Too much strutting and preening" Felicity smirked. "Perhaps they'll grow on me." She studied Megan's face and leaned in to plant a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. Not a toe curling, conversation stopper, but enthusiastic. With a flicker of tongue before it broke, it certainly was not a limp-wristed cop-out.
"Woods, eh?" Felicity purred, tucking back an errant strand of her own blonde hair. "I believe we got comfortable on a blanket and shared a smoke after agreeing enthusiastically on matters of historical wizardry" She didn't think Megan's imagination needed too much prompting to conjure up husky moans of 'Oh! Yes! Circe!' Merlin could stay out of girls-only discussions like that. "You know, the kind that end up with my Jhodpurs round one ankle". A hint they had an equine audience.
"Though it wasn't all outside. While Aunt Sophia didn't walk in on us ever, she did meet Dorothe going to the bathroom in just one of my shirts. That was an interesting conversation over dinner." Felicity sat back smiling, her body language very much open and interested.