“Opened like a flower? I should like to see that!” Satu said appreciatively, referring to the mango slicing skills of Arianni’s mother, and wiping her fingers on a cloth. “I had enough trouble simply slicing them open.” And it was true; the fruit had slid crazily through her fingers to drop upon the counter as she tried to peel the slippery things. The battle between Satu and the mangos had left the kitchen an unsightly mess. While they ate, they talked and laughed, as two young Konti girls might. And with the unaccustomed warmth of the wine flowing through her blood, Satu found herself quite relaxed. Leaning comfortably on a pillow against the headboard, she turned her head to gaze upon Arianni. Words unsaid filled her mind as she looked upon the amazing girl. And for the first time in her young life, Satu had a desire to do certain physical things that she had never done before… with Arianni. The HeartSeer assumed that Arianni had not done these things either, so shy was the girl. But Satu had experienced the emotions of these new feelings through others Hearts. How Passion had enthralled her when she first felt it! In this little room, Satu found she wished to experience this for herself, and the spirit of the wine gave the Konti an extra bit of courage. Oh that Arianni felt the same! Satu knew there was only one way to find out. In order not to fall off the small bed, the two Konti’s sat very close to one another. It was near impossible for them not to touch somewhere along their lengths. Satu, ever physical, felt these touches and connections with Arianni deeply, and they began to stir an unnamable longing within her. Satu took Arianni’s remaining wine glass from her hand and then with her own, set them to the side of the bed. Turning to face the other girl, she looked suddenly serious, until a sudden, youthful giggle escaped. With tentative confidence, Satu turned her body towards the smaller Konti, “Arianni…” she started, but her pale eyes caught upon the girl’s wine stained lips. Lifting two fingers, Satu tenderly traced the reddish blush of them, using only a hint of pressure. “Arianni?” she tried again with a gentle smile, even now she could feel the girl’s Confusion. But the HeartSeer could not bring herself to stop now. Satu had stolen that first kiss, and she needed the girl’s consent for another. “I would kiss you again, if you are willing…,” she said, beautiful face, curious and open. “But tell me, why did you run away?” |