A/N: Add this to the unending list of "What did I just write?". It wouldn't leave me alone. For the Slash/Femmslash BC (year), Femmslash Project, and the Snakes and Ladders Challenge (Audrey).
You kiss her because you're lonely. You kiss her because you need to love, to feel loved. Doesn't every woman want that?
And when's the last time Percy has looked at you? Passing glances at the breakfast table, brief little flickers before he decides the newspaper is more interesting than his wife.
Fleur whispers sweet nothings in her mother tongue. You don't know what it means, but the words are beautiful, and so is she.
You let her love you because when's the last time Percy has so much as held your hand? One year? A year and a half? More? You've long since stopped counting all the loveless days of pretending to be a happy, perfect couple for your girls.
You love her and let her love you because you have nothing left.