Little Red p3 GIRLXGIRL

Despite lacking of a sun telling time and a definite determined meeting point of night Rowan couldn’t help put vex over Levana’s lateness. Although it was difficult to determine hour at night the pagan girl knew two’s rough schedule. On Every night the moon could be seen Rowan would sneak out of village. Trespassing on off limits holy land, which she still haft expected to either be caught or fate nip her negatively for doing so. The shape shifting fantasy skilled Levana would usually be waiting for her once she maneuvered around slumbering shelters and past tree line boundaries. Yet tonight it felt as if girl had been waiting in forest for an hour and still no wolf woman, as Rowan’s inner voice had appropriately nicknamed lady.
Getting up from her fidgety seat on leaf littered ground she fussed worries into paced movement. Head polluting as if insides filled with doll stuffing Rowan attempted to distract anxiousness with something else. Anything else. According to village elders another month or so and she would be of suitor age; head fixated on an alternate, recent anxiety source. Apparently she was quite a popular potential, elder’s having expressed many different village boys interested.
“But I don’t want.” Rowan left sentence unfinished rethinking her vocals. Though she had been assured by Levana several time that, what had become, customary meeting spot was out of tribe ear shot her mind still paranoid over possibility.
I don’t want to have suitors. Rowan finished statement internally. I’d rather. Before her head could go down taboo path the girl silenced hidden desire. Although she had heard of other nearby civilizations having rituals themed like what had been gradually boiling inside girl’s emotions as far as she could tell those where rare and meant for men only. Besides, more hopeless points added to all ready slim possibilities, Rowan longed for more then ritualized relations. She wanted Levana more deeply then that.
Blood pooling in face from allowing herself to confirm kept quiet fantasy of desiring feminine like masculine Rowan huffed frustration. Yet that romance was too much to ask for, pagan logic reminded her. As a female she was expected to mate and no matter how much Rowan wished that situation where different, nothing would change.
Giving up on movement, pacing doing nothing to clam angst, she repositioned herself on forest ground. Making small sound of discomfort she clawed as temple like, if tarred deeply enough, girl could remove stuffing from skull.
“Rowan?” The girl jumped at grip twining around wrist, lowering scrapping fingers away from brain. “What are you doing?”
Like she always did Levana had made her approach soundlessly unnoticed, kneeling in front of girl like she had been there the entire time. Her pale yellow eyes gleaming concern, features tightly displaying worry.
“What wrong?”
“Levana.” Gasping voice over a sudden searing formation in throat Rowan gazed at source of her affection wearily. Faking delight as best as she could she forced a smile. “Nothing. I’m just really tired tonight.”
“Who hurt you!” Levana snapped abruptly jumping to her own conclusions. “I’ve told you I wont stand for other teasing you!”
“It wasn’t a person.” Rowan stammered, not actually lying in the words rawest sense.
“Then what’s bothering you?” Woman coxed gently petting comforting touch against other’s face. “You look like your going to cry.”
“I-” voice fumbling a miniature battle took place in her head. Should she confess to Levana an inner voice question for what felt like the trillionth time. Where suspicions that woman felt similar just that, or her mind being observant for once? Mental pro and con vessels battling each other in skull Rowan jerked, conscious refocusing as a finger lightly tapped at her lower lip.
“Such a cute little mouth.” Levana cooed pats in rhythm with her voice. “I hate to see it tremble, or any other of your features distort in sorrow.”
“Your features are nicer.” Rowan found her voice expressing nervously, feeling like she were speaking through hypnosis. “You have prettier eyes.”
“No.” Levana nearly sang, her touch migrating to stroke joint between chin and neck. “Their were just made like that so you could better enjoy them.”
“Your skins textured better.” Flushed as Levana’s fingers ventured across her shoulder, sliding down to grope her hips.
“Made better for you to admire.” Causing girl to yelp woman pulled at held torso, positioning her into a straddle on lap.
“And- your- your- lips.” A small sound of surprise shook out of pagan as Levana’s hands brushed down waste, along hips, across legs, and fiddled with hem of nightdress.
“What about me lips?”
“So- softer.” Rowan forced speech to continue energy focused on attempting to still her shivering shape. Reaction to touch drew a blissfully device smile on wolf woman.
“Better to kiss you with.” Body jolting, eyes swelling at suggestion before Rowan could confirm hearing Levana swifted her mouth against girl’s, hungrily maneuvering ecstasy into connection. Enjoyment soon replaced initial alarm as Rowan eased into connection. Flinching delight she twined embrace around her love, mumbling encouragement between breaks in kiss.