Mor hadn't expected a sudden storm. They wanted to spend a girls weekend with Feyre, Cresseida, Viviane and her sister, Nivia. They decided not to winnow to a beautiful lake on the outskirts of Adriata but take the hike and enjoy nature. A storm hit them when they were about a quarter away from the destination and they had to walk back about a mile to an inn they came across. Mor wanted to share a room with Feyre, and Nivia wanted to share with Viviane and Cresseida would get the single room but both Viviane and Feyre insisted that Nivia and Mor should share a room. Feyre pressed the room key into Mor's hands and she wanted to glare at her friend but Feyre and Viviane already hurried to their room, hushing about their kids, Nyx and Eira.

"I guess it's just us now." Nivia said as Cresseida went to her own room.

Mor snorted, unlocking the door. "I guess so." she said, still cursing Feyre for her meddling. It seemed like she paid more attention to Mor than Mor had realized because somehow she knew that Mor had a slight crush on Viviane’s sister. Although, it seemed like the meddling was a sisterly thing as Viviane also played a part in it for her own sister.

They left their bags at the door, stepping farther into the room and immediately stopping as they looked at the bed. The one bed.

"Maybe it's a mistake," Mor said, not even believing one word she said.

Neither did Nivia as she shook her head. "No, it's not." she grinned, "That's the doing of my sister."

She felt Nivia sidelong glance, waiting for Mor's response. "I can sleep on the floor–"

"Don't be ridiculous." Nivia waved her off. "It's just one night, right?"

"Yes." Mor nodded. "Just one night." she sighed.

They both got ready for bed and when they finally slipped under the covers, they kept a healthy distance away from each other. Careful not to touch, as if it could trigger anything.

"Well, good night." Nivia said.

"Sweet dreams." Mor replied, turning her back towards her. She closed her eyes, acutely aware of Nivia's presence. Her scent enveloped Mor, the scent of cinnamon and snow.

Waking up, Mor didn't lay with her back towards Nivia anymore. She barely was on her half of the bed, and Nivia's had laid on Mor's chest, her arm wrapped around Mor's stomach and Mor's own arm was wrapped around Nivia's shoulders. She rubbed her eyes, looking down at her best friend's sister and sighed, which seemed to startle Nivia. She yawned, looking up until she met Mor's eyes.

"Good morning." Mor said awkwardly, removing her arm from Nivia's shoulders.

Gasping surprised, Nivia backed away and sat up. "Sorry," she said as a blush crept onto her cheeks. "I think I just–while sleeping–" she brushed her hands over her snow white hair nervously.

Mor waved a hand, sitting up, too. "It's fine, really." She smiled as Nivia's blue eyes fixed on her and she nodded.

"I think we should get ready." she said. "Do you want to use the bathroom first?"

"No, you go first." Mor said and scrambled to the edge of the bed as Nivia thanked her and hurried into the bathroom. A quiet groan escaped her when she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stretched, then opened the curtains of the window. They hadn't done much to keep the sun out at all but she still bothered to open them, somewhat keeping her usual routine.

Half an hour later, Nivia came out of the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around her and her wet hair openly hung down her back, as Mor debated if she would get coffee here.

"Do you need something?" Mor asked, smiling.

"I was just looking for my hairbrush." she replied, showing Mor a tangled strand of her hair.

Mor leaned forward to grab her bag and took her own hairbrush, extending it to Nivia. "You can take mine if you want, so you don't need to dig through your whole stuff."

"Thank you." she said, bowing her head as she accepted it. Their hands brushed as she did so and lingered there. Mor's finger brushed over Nivias wrist, over her soft skin and over a long faded scar. She didn't know if it was the touch or if Nivia felt cold as goosebumps spread on her arms. Mor doubted the latter as they were in the middle of the summer court. To her surprise, Nivia stepped closer at her touch until she stood between Mor's legs. "The other's are probably already waiting for us." she said but stroked Mor's cheek with her thumb.

"They can wait." Mor breathed.

Nivia smiled. "Yes, they can." She leaned down, kissing Mor. Her towel fell to the floor.

Feyre knocked at the door. "Mor! Nivia! Time for breakfast!" she called out and stepped back, standing beside Viviane as they waited for a reply.

It took a few seconds before she called out from the other side, "Go without me! I'll join you in a minute."

Feyre and Viviane exchanged a glance at the breathlessness in her voice, a smirk spreading on both their faces. "What about Nivia?" Viviane asked.

Another beat of silence until Mor replied, "She's showering, we'll be down when she's done."

"Alright!" Feyre called, suppressing a giggle. The same moment, Cresseida stepped out of her room and took a look at Feyre and Viviane, their smirks and then the door they stood in front of.

"No." she said. "Already?"

"Pay up, ladies. I won that bet!" Feyre said smugly, leading them downstairs. Viviane giggled, Cresseida groaned in defeat.