Author's Note: First attempt at writing femslash! Written for a prompt at areyougame on DW. Not subtle.
Cheeks red from the cold, or from embarrassment – it was always hard to tell with her – Heather watched in silence as Nephenee slipped into their tent, all awkward limbs and heavy arms as she closed the flaps. If Heather didn't know better, she would have thought her to be careless when she stumbled—but Nephenee wasn't anything if not careful, and that she undeniably was.
"Long day?" Heather started casually, and Nephenee turned to glance at her, paused, and sighed. The trademark expression of someone too hesitant to say anything specific on something so ordinary as a day at war.
"...Heather, how are ya stayin' warm in that? Aren't ya—ya know—cold?"
Of course she'd want to talk about me and not herself.
Her worry was cute, but not what Heather was seeing, nor sensing. Slipping off the bed sheet, she padded across the expanse of dirt to get up close and personal. Narrowing her eyes, she grinned. "Hon, that's what you're here for. Don't think for a second I didn't catch on. Now c'mon—let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
"Yeah..." Looking all kinds of embarrassed, Nephenee swayed on her heels, rocking back and forth several times before she took a breath and Heather smoothly pulled off her helmet, only to start organizing the unruly locks of hair. "Do you—um, do ya got a minute? I'm, um, kind of in a conundrum and I could kinda use some help with..."
Heather grinned unashamedly, flicking the blue chest armor gleefully, not caring that it actually hurt her finger when she did so. Slipping her nails under a strap, she pulled herself closer, tugging on the leather even as it pierced her with cold and the realization that there was some warming up to be done. "Nephenee, is that an invitation?" Her question could have been a purr, and it wouldn't have ever been able to change the horrified expression that came over the country girl's face.
"U-u-m H-heather t-that's not what I r-really meant, but–"
"Beautiful, I've got a lifetime if it's for you. Tell me what you need, and I'll do it for you," she whispered.
Still as could be, Nepheene took a breath, and her heady warmth washed over Heather like a perfume as she slowly willed her muscles to lax. Of course it would be her favorite kind. A bit earthy, a bit potent, and several kinds of innocent.
"...Okay. Could you help get me out of this armor?" It was such a quiet whisper, so timid, Heather had to lean in to hear it, but she grinned nonetheless, already pulling them both down even as the sharper edges of the armor dug into to her skin and Nephenee's hands wandered to places she was still far too timid to fully explore.