Mine


    Mate.


    She was a goner.


    At some point during the night, Shae had drifted off to sleep, still holding Marta close. The couch had been a tight fit, and in their slumber, they had shifted naturally into a far more intimate position. Now, Shae lay on her back, and Marta had turned in her sleep, lying atop the Moon Sister. Her head rested against Shae’s bosom, her warm breath fanning over her collarbone. Their bodies were pressed flush together, a tangle of limbs and warmth. Marta’s snakes, drawn by Shae’s body heat, had nestled themselves under her chin and between her breasts, their small bodies curled in contentment.


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    wait.


    Mate? Mate?


    softsobs?


    This… this is good.


    Stars, she’s adorable.


    Marta gazed up at her, searching her expression, then nodded.


    Stepping into the hallway, Marta realised something—Shae was taller than her. The perfect height, Marta thought absently. She liked looking up at her.


    Her snakes, all of them, gave the boy tickling little snake-kisses on his nose. Toby giggled and patted each head in turn, utterly delighted.


    Shae, watching with a full heart, reached down and gently took the hat from Marta’s hands. She tenderly placed it over her Mate’s head, tucking away the errant serpents with careful nose bonks. When she was done, she leaned down and kissed Marta’s nose. Shae’s heart stuttered. Oh my Stars, she’s perfect.