#blixen

Blair’s favorite place was between Vixen’s arms — it was such a shame they couldn’t be together like they wanted.

Blair was bethodered to someone else, and Vixen was a “simple” servant. Vixen was everything but simple. She was so funny, so smart and protective. Sometimes Blair wondered if anyone, included the other servants, could see what Blair saw when she looked at Vixen — or perhaps she was way too in love.

Nevertheless, Vixen had no place being a servant. With her beauty and grace, she should be part of royalty, and if she was part of royalty, they could be together just like they wanted. Blair sighed. If only…

She snuggled closer to Vixen’s chest.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Blair asked, dozing off thanks to Vixen running her fingers in her hair.

“Future as in tomorrow or a year from now?” Vixen replied with another question. Blair closed her eyes for a moment.

“Future as in what will happen with us once I’m wed to prince Dusty,” she mumbled with a bitter tone.

The least thing Blair wanted was to marry Dusty — he was a good guy, but she could never love him like she loved Vixen. Vixen sighed, lifting Blair’s chin to meet her gaze with her free hand.

“It won’t change anything — he will move here, I will serve you two, and we will still have our encounters,” Vixen assured her. But Blair wasn’t so confident about that.

“How are so sure nothing will happen?” Blair wondered with worry. Vixen chuckled.

“Because he doesn’t have your heart, and I do.” she bragged. Blair smiled and giggled.

“You do,” she replied, placing her arms behind Vixen’s neck. “And you always will.” and without any other word, she pulled her into a sweet, loving kiss.