Trying her best not to visibly gasp at the touch of the other woman’s lips against her hand – fucking Merlin they were soft! – Connie tensed and forced herself to take a step back, letting Carmelina’s hand drop from hers. It grieved her to do it but with wine still coursing through her veins and such an alluring woman behaving as though she had stepped fully formed out of Connie’s dreams she didn’t especially rate her chances of remaining in control. She was moments away from doing something irrevocably stupid and only years of conditioning prevented her from giving in.

“Hmm,” Connie managed by way of reply, not entire sure that her ribcage was up to the task of containing the rapid beating of her heart at this point. Out of nowhere she had been bamboozled; she felt like a young girl going to her first ever grown-up party but unlike the teenager she had been she knew perfectly well what pleasures there were to be had. Which was, unfortunately, the problem.

“Good night then,” she rushed out breathlessly before taking her leave, glancing over her shoulder twice as she left and cursing herself for both moments of weakness when her eyes met Carmelina’s.

It didn’t occur to Connie until she was safely in her room that she had only looked back because she had felt distinctly as though she was being watched.

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MJ made me beautiful