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skirt again and whispered, “did you hope to evade me?”
“Never,” Elena whispered back, and put her arms around Jane’s neck, pulling her face closer even as Jane’s hand crept higher up her leg, slipped through her drawers and found a hot, wet place between her legs.
She pushed those legs open and moved four of her fingers inside Elena as the girl drew a long, ragged breath.
“More?” Jane whispered into Elena’s ear.
“Oh…yes…” Elena whispered back and soon Jane’s entire hand was inside of Elena, moving in time to the rhythm of her hips.
Elena did not flinch but pushed her hips up harder until, only a moment later, she cried out Jane’s name and fell back against th e bed, breathing hard.
***
“Do you think me a beast for wanting you so much?” Jane asked Elena, as they lay in each other’s arms moments later, watching the fire.
Elena smiled and considered a moment before answering her. “You are not a beast, Jane Spa rrow, you’re a pretty yearling colt, tossing your head and prancing about; making everyone smile at your brightness and promise.” And she ran her fingers through Jane’s hair and kissed the top of her head.
Jane rolled over, propped herself on an elbow an d asked, “Can’t you stay one more night?”
“I’ve worn my mother’s patience thin. I’ve got to go home,” Elena said. “I don’t want to, you know.”
Jane stood now, and walked to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and opened a little drawer, reaching in and pulling out a small velvet bag. “If you’re really leaving me, have your Christmas present now?”
She walked back to the bed. “Hold out your hand and close your eyes.”
Elena smiled and did as she was told.
Jane shook the bag and let its contents fal l into the girl’s palm.
Elena opened her eyes and saw a flat band of yellow gold, carved with a star, in which sat a winking garnet. “Oh! It’s so pretty,” she said.
Jane sat beside Elena, took the ring from her pa lm and placed it on the third finger of Elena’s left hand. “You’ll wear it always, won’t you?” she asked.
“Of course I will,” the girl answered, holding out her hand and admiring the ring.
Jane took Elena’s hand again and grew serious. “See the little red stone?” she asked, “When I saw it, I thought of the little glowing coal inside of Ellie, that she tries to hide. She thinks no one sees it. But her boy can see it, however practical she pretends to be.”
“What nonsense,” Elena said, but pulled Jane’s face toward hers for a kiss.
“And it means you belong to me always,” whispered Jane near Elena’s ear. “If you agree to have it, you must agree to that.”
“I would belong to you, ring or no ring,” Elena told her. “But if that’s what it means, you must w ear one for me too.”
And Elena removed the simple monogrammed band that never left her right hand, closed Jane’s palm around it, and whispered, “I am yours, Jane Sparrow. Don’t ever let me go.”
Jane found a finger that fit the ring and put it on. “I ne ver will,” she swore.
***
Elena was almost finished with her dinner before her mother mentioned the ring. Her father had excused himself to mark student examinations and mother and daughter sat alone at the table.
“What a lovely new ring, Elena. Where did it come from?” Mrs. Whitman asked.
Elena looked at her hand instead of her mother. “Jane Sparrow gave it to me for a Christmas present,” she answered simply.
“And you gave her yours in return? Or have you stopped wearing it?” her mother said.
Elena bit her lower lip. This, she had not thought of. But of course her mother noticed the missing ring. She had given it to Elena at her graduation from Miss Ireland’s school. Elena had not taken it off since that day.
“I gave it to
“Never,” Elena whispered back, and put her arms around Jane’s neck, pulling her face closer even as Jane’s hand crept higher up her leg, slipped through her drawers and found a hot, wet place between her legs.
She pushed those legs open and moved four of her fingers inside Elena as the girl drew a long, ragged breath.
“More?” Jane whispered into Elena’s ear.
“Oh…yes…” Elena whispered back and soon Jane’s entire hand was inside of Elena, moving in time to the rhythm of her hips.
Elena did not flinch but pushed her hips up harder until, only a moment later, she cried out Jane’s name and fell back against th e bed, breathing hard.
***
“Do you think me a beast for wanting you so much?” Jane asked Elena, as they lay in each other’s arms moments later, watching the fire.
Elena smiled and considered a moment before answering her. “You are not a beast, Jane Spa rrow, you’re a pretty yearling colt, tossing your head and prancing about; making everyone smile at your brightness and promise.” And she ran her fingers through Jane’s hair and kissed the top of her head.
Jane rolled over, propped herself on an elbow an d asked, “Can’t you stay one more night?”
“I’ve worn my mother’s patience thin. I’ve got to go home,” Elena said. “I don’t want to, you know.”
Jane stood now, and walked to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and opened a little drawer, reaching in and pulling out a small velvet bag. “If you’re really leaving me, have your Christmas present now?”
She walked back to the bed. “Hold out your hand and close your eyes.”
Elena smiled and did as she was told.
Jane shook the bag and let its contents fal l into the girl’s palm.
Elena opened her eyes and saw a flat band of yellow gold, carved with a star, in which sat a winking garnet. “Oh! It’s so pretty,” she said.
Jane sat beside Elena, took the ring from her pa lm and placed it on the third finger of Elena’s left hand. “You’ll wear it always, won’t you?” she asked.
“Of course I will,” the girl answered, holding out her hand and admiring the ring.
Jane took Elena’s hand again and grew serious. “See the little red stone?” she asked, “When I saw it, I thought of the little glowing coal inside of Ellie, that she tries to hide. She thinks no one sees it. But her boy can see it, however practical she pretends to be.”
“What nonsense,” Elena said, but pulled Jane’s face toward hers for a kiss.
“And it means you belong to me always,” whispered Jane near Elena’s ear. “If you agree to have it, you must agree to that.”
“I would belong to you, ring or no ring,” Elena told her. “But if that’s what it means, you must w ear one for me too.”
And Elena removed the simple monogrammed band that never left her right hand, closed Jane’s palm around it, and whispered, “I am yours, Jane Sparrow. Don’t ever let me go.”
Jane found a finger that fit the ring and put it on. “I ne ver will,” she swore.
***
Elena was almost finished with her dinner before her mother mentioned the ring. Her father had excused himself to mark student examinations and mother and daughter sat alone at the table.
“What a lovely new ring, Elena. Where did it come from?” Mrs. Whitman asked.
Elena looked at her hand instead of her mother. “Jane Sparrow gave it to me for a Christmas present,” she answered simply.
“And you gave her yours in return? Or have you stopped wearing it?” her mother said.
Elena bit her lower lip. This, she had not thought of. But of course her mother noticed the missing ring. She had given it to Elena at her graduation from Miss Ireland’s school. Elena had not taken it off since that day.
“I gave it to
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