"Wouldn't it be simpler to just maintain clear boundaries? She already knows we're married."
The words finally came out as the taller girl walked her wife back home, to the Goltbred estate. Though the mood on the trip was not quite as wonderful as the last jaunt through the city, the heiress did not mind so much. While she would never claim to have a limit on how much she desired, she did have enough discipline to recognize when she had been given a lot in a short time.
'So that's what she came up with after all of that brooding?'
Elua smiled in a way that suggested she found her wife's straightforwardness both endearing and naive. It was a soft smugness that, if it wasn't so cute, would make the blonde want to lock her fingers around her face!
"Simple refusals don't always work with people who've shown that level of interest. Boundaries can have cracks, openings, or just *shift* over time. Someone interested enough will watch, test, and wait."
Qat can feel dislike for someone and can get angry about something other than an insult to her cute wife?!
It must finally be a cold, wet day in my writer's hell...
At least Elua is still reliably possessive, overbearing, and would do every questionable thing possible if Qat dared to firmly ask. Unless she realizes that her beloved is now evil (or a normal selfish) and doesn't care deeply about the protection of others.
Luckily for her, that hell of mine would have to be a lot darker and less filled with residents with flowers sprouting from their head for me to ever twist my Qat in *that* way. Rest assured! You can trust me!
Yes, the title was meant to be meta - covering both El's moments in the chapter and my own writing~