Even though I had arrived at noon on the dot, I found that Honeymaren was already there with everything set up. She'd chosen a shady spot under a large silver birch tree, perched on a sunny yellow picnic mat. Her sundress dress was cute, white dotted with bees and beehives, the cut of it especially flattering. Across the picnic mat was a small spread of delights. I immediately identified a bottle of red wine and two glasses, an assortment of cheeses, charcuterie, spreads and crusty bread.

"I hope I'm not late," I said, slipping off my sandals and sitting cross legged on the mat next to her.

"Not at all. I just came early to set up." Her fingers worked to open the bottle and she filled the glasses with a hefty pour.

"Wine and charcuterie in the middle of a park? I will say we've fully evolved into our middle aged mom forms," I laughed, taking the glass from her.

"I could have brought beer if that would have made you feel younger," she joked. Honeymaren held her glass out to me, at an angle where it just caught the light of the midday sun. "Cheers!"

"And might I ask what exactly we are cheersing to?"

"There are so many things to celebrate! First off, your new promotion, Miss Research Project Head. Yelana definitely made the right choice there. Then, there's everything that's worked out with the girls which I know you were nervous about. And now Elsa's graduating later in the summer. You must be so proud of her."

I scoffed. "You sound like Yelana when you say that. I'm pretty sure that's exactly what she said to me my first day back. You know, you can just say that you wanted an excuse to drink with me and I wouldn't be mad."

"You know me well, dear friend," she laughed. "Cheers to wanting to have a drink with my favourite middle aged mom."

Our glasses made a soft tinkling sound when they were brought together and I brought mine to my lips. The fruity, complex liquid tasted comforting on my tongue and I drank it with ease.

Honeymaren had prepared a feast for us. We spent the afternoon gorging ourselves on the food she'd brought, including her homemade hummus that had been a favourite of mine for years. Soft breads and hard crackers were the perfect vessels for the array of dips and spreads. There was even a tiny honeypot which worked wonderfully with some of the cheeses she'd brought.

Our stomachs gradually filled as the afternoon drew on. Above us, the blazing sun was soon covered by clouds. A small part of me feared it was going to rain but I was enjoying myself too much to suggest we find shelter.

About a bottle in, our conversation had moved from trivial work gossip to more… intimate topics.

"I find it very hard to believe that, out of the two of us, somehow I'm the one who's in a relationship. Albeit an unconventional one, but a relationship nonetheless."

Honeymaren giggled, leaning back and finishing off her glass. "It's definitely unconventional considering you're not limited to just the two of them. To me, it seems like the whole world is your oyster."

"Yeah, I might not be limited to the two of them, but I have got to tell you what happened at the beach last week."

"Ooh, do tell." She leaned forward in interest.

"There was a young man at the beach who must have been around my daughter's age and he started talking to me."

"Uh oh, I already don't like where this is going."

I smacked her arm lightly. "I'll have you know I thought nothing of it! The conversation opened innocently enough. He did say I looked great when I told him I was older, but when he asked to get me a drink was when I backtracked."

Honeymaren chuckled. "Forty four and you still got it."

"Oh, hush, you. The girls weren't pleased though and didn't even try to hide it. I think they scared him off as he only came back to approach me when I was alone."

"Let me guess. Did he try to get your number?"

"On the contrary, he gave me his number. I think he thought it'd be faster, but he wasn't fast enough as the girls caught up to us before I could take it."

"You were going to take it?" Her voice pitched in surprise.

"I wasn't going to do anything with it! You know I'm just not interested in men anymore but I didn't really have the heart to say no. I hadn't had to shoot anyone down like that in awhile. I was out of practise."

"And I'd imagine the girls weren't pleased?"

"Not in the slightest," I replied, my centre tingling at the memories of what they did to me afterwards. "But not because they're overly protective. Both of them still stand by what they said in that I can be with other people. They just didn't like that I was being hit on by a guy since they know I'm entirely uninterested. But they gave a fair point that I was too nice to say no, which is why they intervened. If it was a girl who was flirting with me, who knows what would have happened?" I purposefully avoided bringing up the conversation of a relationship between me and Honeymaren that we had afterwards.

What I could only describe as a mischievous grin crossed Honeymaren's face. "Is that so?"

"Well, I'm clueless at the worst of times so I probably wouldn't have even realised it. It would be nice though."

"How so?"

I rubbed the back of my neck a little sheepishly. "Don't get me wrong. I love my girls to bits and wouldn't change anything about what's happened between us, but sometimes I wish I could just be in a relationship that I didn't have to hide, you know? Our initials carved into that tree are pretty much the only sign that we're together. Sometimes I wish I could just be in a relationship where we could openly go on dates and give each other kisses and where it didn't matter if people we knew saw us."

She held my gaze, her hazel eyes slightly wide. "I'm sure there's still someone out there who can fulfil those wants."

"It feels unfair of me to want this," I admitted. "Elsa and Anna are fine with where we are so why should I feel any different?"

"Just because the girls are content doesn't mean you have to be. You're not being unreasonable and I'm sure they'd be fine with it. They pretty much said it themselves. But hey." She put a hand on mine, her palm soft and slightly warm. "Don't stress out about these things. Whatever happens, you know you will love each other all the same." I felt her fingers squeeze my hand gently and immediately felt a little better. It was then that I noticed we had moved closer together. When had we moved?

Honeymaren's lips tugged upwards slightly, small dimples creasing at her cheeks. I never really noticed before then how adorable her smile was.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What about me?"

"Do you have any special girl on your radar? It's been years since She Who Must Not Be Named." I wiggled my fingers in a mystical fashion for emphasis, earning a laugh from my friend. "But since then, I haven't heard much."

She shrugged, popping the last grape into her mouth. "I've had my fair share of flings but nothing serious up until this point."

"Are you thinking of anything serious though?"

She looked me dead in the eye, a small blush forming on her cheeks. "Yes." This was said with such conviction. The way she said it and the way she looked at me almost made me think...

Just then, a loud clap of thunder startled us both. When had storm clouds rolled in? Before I could even speak, fat drops of rain began to fall. There was no preamble, no preparatory drizzle, just rain that was only going to get heavier.

"Crap," I muttered, gazing up at the now dark sky. "Where did the rain even come from?" I questioned as my face got wet.

"Pass me your phone," Honeymaren ordered. I looked at her curiously. "Just do it." She pulled out a plastic bag and slipped our phones inside, sealing them tight so they would at least have some waterproof covering.

"Ah. Good call."

She shot me a smug look before another loud boom of thunder made us jump. "Come on, we can hole up at my place."

I blushed, my mind getting ahead of myself. Even though I was really bad at picking up signs, something told me that Honeymaren and I being together in her house would only lead to one outcome. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude especially if you have other things to do and-" Another deafening boom as the rain got harder.

"Pack!"

We both scrambled to our feet, gathering the tupperwares and mats and shoving them into the bag Honeymaren brought. Thankfully, all the drink and almost all the food was gone so we didn't have to worry too much about repacking everything in a way that preserved leftovers. The only thing was the wine glasses which I carried in my hands so they wouldn't break in the rush.

"We have to go, quick," she said, her feet quick and agile down the park path and towards her apartment building. I followed suit, slipping a little in my sandals. She had always been far quicker than me and today was no exception. The rain was falling in thick sheets now and I was soaked through entirely. My feet splashed through the large puddle forming on the sidewalks, some already nearly ankle deep. I really hoped Honeymaren's impromptu waterproofing would work and that my phone was safe.

By the time I had finally caught up to her after leaving through the main park gates and crossing the street which was empty in the storm, she was already waiting underneath the shelter.

"You okay?" she asked, wringing the rain from her hair as I ducked under the covered area.

"F-fine," I stuttered, teeth chattering slightly from the cold. I had worn shorts and a t-shirt, so sure that the weather would be sweltering hot. Somehow, the temperature had dropped drastically, chilling me to the bone.

Honeymaren noticed my pathetic state and shot me a sympathetic look. "Come on. Let's head upstairs. You can shower there."

I followed her up to the second floor, to her apartment at the end of the hall. She wrestled through her sodden purse for her keys, procuring them after a few moments and unlocking the door. Soft mewling sounds could be heard from inside.

We kicked off what excess water we could on the doormat before entering and were immediately greeted by a small black furball.

"Hiya, Snow," my friend cooed, scratching her feline behind the ears.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, that is the most unfitting name for a black cat I've ever heard," I laughed.

She shrugged off my criticisms. "Come on, Iduna. Where's your creativity? I happen to think it's highly appropriate. I adopted her in the winter and she loves watching snow fall." Snow approached me, beady yellow eyes meeting mine. She rubbed her furry body up against my legs in a desperate request to be pet.

"She's affectionate today, isn't she?" I passed Honeymaren the glasses for her to put aside before squatting and giving her some love and attention, my fingers scratching under her chin.

"Indeed. Really uncharacteristic. Usually she's fairly apathetic but she's taken a strong liking to you."

"Do you need help unpacking?" I offered, watching her unload some things onto the kitchen counter. It was then that I noticed how the rain had affected her so that her white dress was now partially translucent. It didn't take much staring to know what was beneath and I forced myself to look back at Snow.

"I'll do it later," she said simply, retreating to her bedroom for a moment. When she came out again, she'd quickly changed into an oversized t-shirt that stopped just above her mid thigh. It looked to me like she wasn't wearing a bra and the cold made it so that her nipples were just barely visible through the fabric.

She tossed me a large, thick towel which I just barely caught. "The water heater will take a while to heat up. Take off your clothes for now and I can chuck them in the dryer."

If this was going where I suspected it was going, she was being really forward with it.

Noticing my hesitation, she made a point of turning around. "Nothing I haven't seen before, though," she reminded me. "We've known each other for over two decades now. Remember that Japanese bath house we went to on that girls trip? None of that is new to me. But hurry up before you catch your death."

I don't know why I was suddenly so self conscious, especially since I thought I was just becoming more comfortable in my own body after the beach. Maybe it was the idea of the Honeymaren watching me. Even if she wasn't watching me, I was still so vulnerable in her presence. It was a little unnerving.

With slightly trembling hands, I stood up and peeled off my wet clothes, placing them in a pile on the floor before wrapping the towel around my nude form. I secured it just over my left breast, twisting the material over itself. Thankfully it was a very large one as it did a good job of covering me up, reaching halfway up my shins. I was never afraid that it would fall off or flash some part of me on account of being too small. Even though we'd known each other forever, I still somehow felt a little self conscious, a warm blush spreading across my cheeks when I realised my arms were completely bare. My shoulders and the top of my chest were exposed, wet hair sticking to my shoulders and back. I felt like I had been laid bare for her to see.

"Thanks," I mumbled, passing her the wet pile of fabric.

"Don't mention it," she said with a kind smile. "You know your way around. Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a bit."

I padded barefoot to the living room and planted myself on the L-shaped couch, careful not to lean back too far and get the material of the cushion covers wet from my hair. Snow followed me, running playfully between my legs and almost tripping me up a few times. She sat down on my feet. Literally on my feet. I could feel the warmth of her underbelly chase away the chills from the storm.

I sighed, twiddling my fingers in my lap. Was Honeymaren really about to say she was thinking about having a serious relationship with me? What would I even say to that? What was I talking about? Of course I'd say yes! It checked all the boxes. I could be open about the relationship without having to hide anything. I wouldn't have to be afraid of kissing in public or openly professing my romantic attraction towards her. The girls would be okay with it too, they themselves said as much.

But no. She was probably talking about someone else. My best friend was beautiful in every way imaginable, inside and out. Not to mention I was a firm believer of the idea that she'd definitely aged better than I had. She still looked just as good as she did when we were in our twenties, meanwhile I had been aged by the stresses of raising two young children. She could have anyone she wanted. While there was a part of me that desperately wished she was talking about me, I didn't allow myself to get my hopes up in case I was to be completely and utterly disappointed.

Snow got up again when Honeymaren returned, moving to make herself comfortable on her cat bed in the corner of the room.

"Some tea, m'lady," she said in a God awful cockney accent, passing me one of the steaming mugs she was holding.

"Why thank you, madame," I replied with equally terrible articulation. The ceramic vessel heated my palms. It was one of those thermal mugs. Black to begin with, but once it was filled with a hot liquid, it revealed a beautiful and intricate reindeer design.

She sat down next to me, the couch dipping under her weight. Even after the rain, she still smelled like honey and citrus, the two things blending to form what I associated my friend with most strongly.

"Iduna, about what I was saying before it rained…" Her voice teetered off.

"Ah yes. Don't think you're getting away from that conversation that easily," I teased.

"I wasn't intending to," Honeymaren defended. "I do want to settle down with someone officially, but it's a matter of whether she wants to."

We were sitting really close together. I only just noticed. Our legs were just brushing, giving me goosebumps that weren't too visible. I could feel the warmth of her breath near my cheek.

"Why is that?" I asked softly.

"She's already in a relationship."

"O-oh." That was all I could say. Who else could she be talking about?

We simultaneously put our mugs down.

And then she was kissing me.

Her eyes were closed, as if she was bracing herself for me to pull away. At the same time, mine were wide with surprise. I wanted to do a multitude of things. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair. I wanted to pull her up so she was sitting on top of me. I wanted to rip her shirt apart and drop my towel to the floor so there would be no barriers between us.

Pulling away was the last thing on my mind.

It was clear that neither of us were inexperienced. Honeymaren especially possessed a quiet confidence that I eagerly reciprocated. The chills I felt before from the storm were gone as our kiss filled me with warmth. Our lips locked as we sighed into each other, two becoming one. It was only when I remembered humans need oxygen that I took the step to break the kiss, giving us a moment to breathe.

Honeymaren's cheeks were flushed a bright red, something that only really happened when she was extremely embarrassed or extremely intoxicated. The sight of it made me giggle in disbelief.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"Nothing, it's just…" I brought my hand up to cup her scarlet cheeks. "You're cute when you blush."

She grinned, brushing a thumb on the corner of my lips. "That's funny, I was going to say the same thing about you."

We came together again, this time with even more fervour. She brought her arms behind me, weaving them underneath my soaking hair to lace her fingers behind my back and pull me closer. There was still a faint tinge of alcohol on her lips from lunch, as I'm sure there was on mine. I revelled in her taste.

"Will your girls be okay with this?" she asked softly, her voice laced with uncertainty for the first time that day. The way her brows creased and her nose crinkled when she was worried was too adorable not to overlook, so I leaned up and kissed the spot, right above her nose, eliciting a giggle from her.

"They will be. They themselves said as much. And if they've had a change of heart, that's my burden to bear."

"That's not fair on you, Iduna," she said gently. "We're in this together. If either of them have a problem with it, I'm not letting you work it out alone."

The tone of her voice was so genuine and so concerned for me. It tugged at my heartstrings a little. I didn't even know what to say, so I just pulled us together again.

With every passing moment, our actions grew more heated. Her hands fumbled at my towel, untwisting the material so that the two ends could pull away from each other. My skin tingled at the point where her fingers brushed against it. I eagerly welcomed the loss of material, already building up a thin layer of sweat from excitement alone.

Honeymaren climbed on top of me gently, our lips never parting as she straddled me. My thigh was wedged in the area between her legs which was already beginning to get considerably wet with anticipation. Our kiss deepened, tongues exploring newfound territories. It was a full on makeout session and I embraced every second of it, just like I embraced Honeymaren, my hands running up and down her forearms.

She began to grind on my thigh, the warm wetness making it clear how turned on she was. I wondered if she had planned to do this the entire time. Her lips travelled from my lips to my cheek, around my jawline and down my neck, chasing after my pulse.

"Honey… Honeymaren," I gasped her name, her mouth making it hard for me to concentrate and get the words out. "I- aside from Anna and Elsa, I've never been with another woman."

She could sense my unsease but was quick to comfort me. Her thumb stroked my cheek, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're in luck then, because I have."

One of her hands worked its way down my body as her lips dotted constellations across my chest. Her fingers splayed across my inner thighs, feeling her away around and gently scratching at the skin. The sharp sensation of her nails wasn't hard enough to make me wince, but it was hard enough to make my own arousal skyrocket. It was like I was liquid and she was solid. I was unable to stand firm or support myself. My body just flowed to fit her, lost in the sensation of her touch, of her lips.

Her hand and mouth worked in tandem, as right when her lips found my hard nipple, her finger found my slippery clit. I whimpered and tensed at the moment of contact but very quickly relaxed as she began to work her magic on me. It was clear that she had an abundance of experience. Elsa and Anna had only been with each other so it took them some time to become totally in-tune with my body (not that their experimentation didn't feel just as wonderful) but Honeymaren already knew exactly how to push my buttons. Her movements were quick and concentrated, making me flush with heat and grip the couch cushions beneath me.

"Oh fuck that feels good," I moaned. "That feels really good."

Honeymaren laughed from below. "Never took you to be the vulgar type."

"I've been told these kinds of situations bring out my more coarse language."

"Is that so?" There was that mischievous glint in her eyes that I recognised from when we were younger, but that was when we decided to skip class together or engaged in some other slightly devious activity. This time our circumstances were far more crude.

"Fuck yes!" On the one hand, that could have been interpreted as a response to her question, but on the other hand, anyone who heard the lustful tone with which I uttered those words or seen what Honeymaren was doing to me would know there was far more to it. She showed an immense lack of patience and her eagerness was clear. Honeymaren wasted no time getting off me to kneel on the carpet, her head between my legs, breathing hot on my thigh. I barely had any time to comprehend her shift in position before her mouth was on my lower lips.

The pleasure was hot and intense. I couldn't tell if the way I gripped her hair hurt her. I couldn't even tell if it was to push her away or pull her closer, but realistically it probably was the latter. I couldn't stop my moaning as her tongue explored and made itself at home. Every word that left my mouth was either a vulgarity or her name at varying degrees of decipherability considering pleasure was slowly but surely beginning to cloud my mind.

Every move she made was decisive. It was so different from my first time with Anna or Elsa where their actions were slow and uncertain. Honeymaren knew exactly what her goal was and knew she was going to achieve it. She was going to push me over the edge and I relished every second of it.

She listened keenly to my reactions to figure out just what made me tick. She was quick to figure out what I liked and made sure to focus on that. Her lips latched onto my clit, her tongue quickly lashing over it repeatedly and making me squirm.

"Don't stop," I gasped, my head leaning back, my eyes pointed skywards. At some point, probably no more than a mere ten minutes ago, I'd been covered in goosebumps, my skin ice cold. Now, I only felt flushed with the warmth brought on by Honeymaren's tongue, the heat radiating out to the rest of my body.

My moans grew louder as her tongue tested my boundaries. It was like she was everywhere at once, teasing my clit, the outer lips before finally delving inside. I wondered if her tongue ever got sore. I knew from experience that sometimes my jaw would ache if I ever blew Anna or Elsa for too long. My heart raced thinking of the possibility that I'd probably find that out for myself when I would eventually return the favour.

I felt myself climb higher as she continued her onslaught. She used her elbows to keep my knees apart while her fingers spread my lower lips, making it easy for her to lap up my flowing juices. I could barely keep my eyes open as she increased her pace, eating me up like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh I- God I'm so close."

She mumbled some enthusiastic sounding response but everything was muffled by my dripping centre. Her attempt at speech helped though, as the vibrations amplified the pleasure for me until I couldn't climb any higher and all there was left to do was release.

My body shook and convulsed on the couch, my fingers clawing at her hair to the point where I almost worried I would tear some out. I couldn't stop myself as my moan turned to screams and I squirted my powerful release. Honeymaren moaned beneath me as if to say she was pleased by my reaction, eagerly lapping up whatever I had to give her.

It took a few minutes for my orgasm to dull, for my body to feel like it was no longer on fire. When I finally calmed down, all there was between us was a few moments of deafening silence. My thighs relaxed and she crawled out from under me, straddling me once more with her arms wrapped around my shoulders. We didn't move. We didn't say anything. We just… stared at each other. For what felt like a long time.

I scanned her face for any sign of regret. Any indication that she wished she hadn't done what she did. That we hadn't done what we did. After what felt like an eternity, her lips broke into a smile.

"That was the best decision I've ever made," she said with conviction, making me sigh with relief.

I couldn't think of anything to say, but I could think of something to ask. "Do you wanna get in the shower?"

She didn't even need to verbalise a response before we were on our feet, a tangle of limbs and lust, making our way to her bathroom.

The heater had been on for long enough now. I watched eagerly as she ran the water, getting it to the right temperature before pulling me into the cubicle. Water fell around us, soaking us through again but at a much more comfortable temperature. She made a move to kiss me again but stopped when she noticed how I was looking at her.

"What?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice. Maybe she was worried I was going to get her to stop, when in reality, my concern was far from that. My concern was that I was completely naked while she still had her shirt on.

"You forgot about this," I said with a grin, grabbing her collar before pulling hard. I knew the shirt she was wearing. It was from a college camp we attended together where she had accidentally been given one three sizes too big. I knew the admin team gave her a new one that was the right size, so she could afford to lose this one. What I didn't know was that ripping a shirt off someone was far easier said than done. The material stayed stubbornly together, only making the softest ripping sound of a few measly threads, openly mocking me.

Honeymaren stifled a giggle when she realised what I was trying to do. "Keep going," she encouraged. "You got this."

"How do people make this look so easy?" I groaned, worried I had ruined the sexy atmosphere she'd worked so hard to build up. Biting my bottom lip in concentration, I tried again, this time managing a small tear. Third time's the charm, I thought as I gave it one final tug, grinning in satisfaction as the fabric came apart in my hands.

"There you go," she said sweetly, pulling me into a suffocating kiss. With the amount of water raining down on us and the way her lips captured mine, I was almost afraid I would actually drown, but even that threatening possibility wasn't going to get me to stop. I pushed her against the tiled wall, my hands on either side of her as our bodies meshed together like two pieces of the same puzzle. I could sense her smile against my lips as her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling us closer together. I wondered if we hadn't run to shelter, if we had just stayed in the downpour and kissed while the world cried around us, whether this would have been what it felt like.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, you do know that we actually have to get clean, right?" I pointed out, grabbing the shampoo bottle.

"You do know that no two people ever get into the shower at the same time to actually get clean, right?" she retorted.

"Clearly you haven't had to raise any children."

"Well, if you were to get into a shower stall with Elsa or Anna or both, I would argue that none of you would actually get clean."

I didn't have a valid rebuttal to that, so I just rolled my eyes and wordlessly began scrubbing shampoo into my scalp, pleased that she began to do the same albeit slightly reluctantly. Between the two of us, I was always the more responsible one. She would sometimes joke that she was really my first daughter purely from how we acted around one another.

"I can help you do your back," I offered, holding up the body wash. I smiled to myself, remembering how the girls had fought for that job a mere few days ago on the beach, except now I had no competition.

"That would be great, thanks," she replied casually, turning around so her back was to me and her front was against the tiled wall, so close it was almost touching.

It wasn't the largest shower stall.

I squirted the soap into my palm and began to rub it into her back, starting from her shoulders and working my way down. She hummed contentedly as I splayed my fingers across her skin. As I ventured lower, I wasn't afraid to work my way under her arms to gently rub her breasts.

"Real smooth," she laughed, getting a kick out of how much I was enjoying myself.

"You got to play with me earlier so now I'm just taking my turn."

She shrugged. "Fair enough."

I massaged the small mounds, enjoying how firm and perky they felt in my hands. Water ran off the curve of them, particularly dripping at the peaks of her nipples which I took the opportunity to pinch, making her yelp.

One of my hands was on her back again and ventured even lower, brushing over the curve of her ass. Honeymaren smiled and then made an effort to wiggle it, rubbing up against me. I laughed, giving it a firm spank and making her gasp. "Someone's cheeky," I commented, one hand fondling her behind while the other never stopped playing with her breast.

"You're one to talk," she chuckled, leaning back to kiss me. I gladly welcomed the feeling of her lips once again, wishing that it would never end. However, it did come to an end when Honeymaren pulled away to moan as my hand ventured between her legs.

My fingers were immediately soaked in her warm wetness, slick and making for excellent lube. A small part of me was afraid I would have no idea what I was doing and I think Honeymaren could sense my uncertainty too.

"Just play around," she assured me. "Have fun with it!"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Okay, Iduna, I thought, we're both anatomically similar. Just imagine it's you. No pressure. My fingers ventured between her folds, searching until I found her clit. The gasp I heard from Honeymaren was a good sign. It was odd that I wasn't feeling anything myself, especially as I was using only my past masturbating experiences to guide me, but the pleasure that began to show on her face made up for it.

My fingers rubbed her clit in tight circles, increasing the pressure on the hard nub. Her wetness began to leak down her inner thigh, distinctly thicker than the water raining down on us from the shower. I thought about what I liked, thinking it would give me a better gage on what to do with my hands. Taking a deep breath, I decisively slipped my index finger inside her waiting hole, fingering her with a growing fervour. Honeymaren was unable to hold back her moans, her whole body trembling as she leaned against the wall for support.

"Oh fuck, Iduna," she grunted, unable to keep her voice steady. "Keep going."

Her encouragement spurred me on and my middle finger joined, slipping in and out of her with ease. Her breathing was laboured and we were so close I could feel the warmth of it. That combined with the steaminess of the shower just made the whole situation all the more hot. My free hand moved downwards to rub her clit, the sloppy noises of my fingers just barely audible over the noise of the running water.

Honeymaren was losing herself in the pleasure. Any words of encouragement she may have been trying to say were indecipherable and I smirked knowing I was the cause. She could barely support herself, hands clawing helplessly at the tiles while her core grew hotter. I pressed my body against her so that she could brace on me if she needed to. In hindsight, being in the shower together probably wasn't the best idea safety-wise but we were in too deep to stop.

"Are you close?" I whispered, my voice tight with anticipation.

"God yes," she breathed, her voice trembling.

I wasn't sure if she would be into what I was about to do next, but my hands worked before my mouth could ask. While I never stopped playing with the hard nub, my fingers slipped out her dripping pussy and teased the entrance to her ass. Wth just the slightest bit of pressure, I crossed the threshold and that sent her over the edge.

She was screaming my name as she came hard. My hand got soaked and it wasn't just from the shower. I had to lean forward so I could trap her body between me and the shower wall. She would have definitely crumbled to the floor if I hadn't. The whole time, I continued rubbing her clit and fingering her backdoor, my lips planting kisses on the back of her shoulders until she had nothing left to give and her body stopped shaking.

My hands were removed and I gripped her by the shoulders, making sure she wouldn't fall if I let go.

"You were really good at that considering it was your first time," she mumbled between pants, her body gently swaying as I rinsed us off.

"Beginner's luck," I teased, shutting off the water that was just beginning to run cold. I dripped onto the floor mat as I grabbed a towel to wrap her in before doing the same to myself. She needed a bit of time to recover so I didn't press for kisses as we stumbled towards her bedroom.

"I didn't think you'd want this with me," I admitted as we sat next to each other in our towels, just barely dripping onto the bed.

"Why not?"

"Because…" My voice trailed off. Why didn't I think Honeymaren would want that with me? Other than the fact that we'd never been anything more than friends before. I was within the confines of people she would be interested in. Just because we'd known each other for a while or that I had children wouldn't have put her off. I let out a contented hum, resting my head on her shoulder. "Actually, never mind."

A/N - Hello dear reader! Sorry this chapter took awhile, I was down with a serious case of having zero attention span. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. This fic kind of has a storyline but also not really because there's no major conflict, it's just me playing around with putting the characters in different situations. As always, if you have any requests for future chapters just drop me a pm or leave a review, and until next time, stay safe wherever you are :)