Re: Gwenog and Marietta
Gwenog was, as ever, alert to any signs of reluctance in the woman. She hated the sense of ownership people thought they had over women's bodies in particular, and always wanted to be sure she wasn't pushing any boundaries which she wasn't invited to push.
They were pressed together now, the heat and delicacy of skin and cloth meeting. She could feel the rise and fall of the other woman's breathing if she concentrated. Feel the fingers brushing at the skin just above her hip. She drew one of her hands up, brushing against the woman's side, and her arm and sweeping her hair out of the way again so she could talk in her ear. "Can I kiss you?" she asked, drawing back and looking the woman in the eyes, tongue coming out to wet her own lips without conscious thought.