Heart over Head (M)

[Atalanta Pendergast]

Reuben had certainly never done this. Attie had never imagined there could be pleasure in this sort of thing before and she let out a whimper as she melted into the touch. Margaret was exploring her, in a way Reuben had never bothered, and amongst the desire she felt a powerful tug of emotion: Margaret cared about her pleasure as much as she did her own. Her fingers momentarily ceased their quest, gliding up and threading through the other woman's hair, holding her head blissfully in place. It wasn't the first time she had wondered what Margaret's hair would look like down, and she supposed now she would found out. She found the pins û one, two, three, four, five, six, and pulled them free with ease, running her fingers this time through loose hair which felt almost as glorious as the lips traversing her throaù

"Oh!" she breathed.

Margaret's lips had found a particularly sensitive spot and if she hadn't had her fingers curled possessively around the other woman's hip then her legs would almost certainly have given out. She vaguely prayed that Margaret hadn't marked her, but the reckless part of her hoped she had and she tugged more earnestly at the material about the maid's waist before lightly fingering the ties of the material covering Margaret's breasts.

The corset and chemise would have to go.