Honeyed Fruit
By SMYGO4EVA
The light dimmed in the drawing room, and it was just the two of them now.
Just the two of them, oh just how they preferred it.
All these meetings with fellow nobility and military grew rather tiresome day in and day out, and the court teemed with vultures.
Colonel Mary Spencer simply wanted some time to herself and for Jane, and it was here, finally.
She sighed tiredly, her head throbbing as she sat on the divan right next to her lieutenant-colonel and her lover. The scent of rosewater and perfume was faint, and yet it soothed Mary in such a way she could ever fathom.
Jane gazed upon Mary, and she smiled, opening her fan, her eyes twinkling with a curiosity only she was aware. Her lips painted bright red, plump as cherries.
Mary tilted her head, a strand of hair falling on her tired features, her eyes soft. She never could get tired of seeing Jane in her presence. Though there was scandals embroiled in such a dynasty, with much infighting in the family, Mary knew she could let her guard down with Jane, and she with her.
Jane let out a light chuckle, and she reached forward, tucking the ringlet of Mary's gold-brown hair behind the colonel's ear.
A mischievous glint in her eye, Mary's response to such a gentle gesture was to lean in closer, so much closer. She moved closer to Jane on the divan, and kissed the woman on the cheek, not caring if makeup got on her face.
Jane giggled, leaning into Mary's cheek-kiss, and once Mary pulled away, Jane set her fan down on the table in front of them, and she pressed her lips onto the colonel's, a prelude to what was to come.
And just like that, Mary's headache ceased to be.
Between conflict and the monarchy, moments like these were what made everything worthwhile.