The sun would rise shortly, but Astrid had woken almost an hour ago. She cuddled around her wife, who slept on her side, her back embedded against her. She was naked and had insisted on remaining so. She had expressed her pleasure in feeling Astrid's naked flesh against hers and how wonderful it would be throughout the night to feel her there, skin to skin, next to each other.
Naturally, she had excited Astrid, and they made love again. She was certainly not the frightened little mouse Astrid once thought her to be, but then she realized mice could be cunning little creatures, scurrying and forging until they found what they wanted and then contentedly nesting.
Vevina showed no signs of being fearful or meek when it came to making love. One the contrary, she appeared to enjoy every mome
