What started as a sketch while listening to Shibden After Dark, turned into my whole afternoon.

A broody, haggard, low-pony, ship captain Anne Lister.

I wrote a smutty follow-up to the fluffy Ann/Anne scene from a few weeks back. It is similarly full of Ann and Anne being head over heals in love with each other. Summary: Ann promised to paint her wife and has been waiting all day for some time alone. Some painting happens, but mostly as foreplay, and the chaumière is used for its intended purpose.

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Excerpt: She settled Anne on the chesterfield the way she wanted. The sunlight on her cheekbones cast her in a golden hue. Anne had built a small fire to chase away the spring chill, so she was also lit by the dancing flames. Ann directed her wife to place her legs on the cushions. Anne smiled at her while she fussed with the skirt fabric to form a pleasing shape. She stroked Anne's arm from the shoulder to the wrist and posed her hand on her knee. Then she brushed the bottom of her wife’s jaw, tilting her head to catch the light. Anne took a quick breath, and Ann couldn't help but lean in for a peck. "Are you comfortable?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, suggesting that she knew ways to make Anne very comfortable.