Heart over Head (M)

[Atalanta Pendergast]

Her throat was suddenly dry. Margaret was as lovely as she had been that morning, even lovelier if it was at all possible than she had been the day before, and the fluttering in her stomach increased tenfold. She was hardly inexperienced, though she and Reuben had never been passionate, but she had more than enough knowledge of lovemaking û thirty years in fact û but it all seemed fruitless now. She was suddenly eighteen again, standing before the marriage bed and praying she did everything right. Attie had never loved a woman before, after all, and it was hardly the sort of thing one could read up about in an instruction manual! There was every chance she could make an utter mess of this and that was the last thing she wanted when she cared so very much for the other woman. But they could only learn together, assuming Margaret hadn't done this before either, and she smiled nervously, smoothing a hand over her somersaulting stomach.

"Perhaps we should follow suit?"

She hadn't meant for her response to sound quite so wanton and she flushed immediately. But that was precisely what she wanted, Margaret in her bed, and she did her best to dispel the nerves with a hopeful smile.

"Will you join me, Margaret?"