Tis The Season

Kate feels nothing festive this year. The secret grows inside her every day—pregnant, and terrified to tell her sister. She keeps the weight of it to herself until her uncle's girlfriend catches her sneaking off alone. Fabula pulls her into a quiet room, cornering her with that knowing smile. Kate's breath catches, fear curling tight in her gut as the older woman studies her. But Fabula reads every tremor, every skipped heartbeat. She steps close, warm fingers tracing the line of Kate's jaw, then lower, drawing her into a kiss that starts soft and turns hungry. Their clothes come off in pieces. Fabula's mouth finds her breasts, tongue teasing nipples until Kate gasps and arches. She spreads Kate's thighs, tongue slick and insistent against her clit, fingers easing inside until Kate comes shaking and wet against her hand. Pleasure drowns out the fear. By the end, the secret feels smaller, the room thick with the scent of sex and skin.