Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost

Naked Fear

Raven's cheeks still burned furiously from the brief glimpse she'd gotten of Luna's naked backside in the instant before she'd spun around. She could only pray to God the other woman didn't notice.

Knew the chances of this were minute.

It was just so damn frustrating!

She'd seen plenty of people naked. Well, maybe not plenty but still. Enough. And it had never bothered her.

Not that a naked Luna bothered her. . .

Raven closed her eyes. Fuck.

This was ridiculous.

It was a good thing she'd decided not to try and bring sex into their relationship. At this point, Raven would probably end up passing out before they'd even gotten properly started. Or she'd freeze and wind up just staring at Luna the whole time, gaping like a fish.

How embarrassing.

Raven liked to think she was good at sex. She'd certainly never received any complaints. And she'd prefer to die knowing her reputation was intact, rather than decimated beyond recognition because she'd fainted at the sight of another woman's tits.

So. No Luna.

Well, not no Luna, but no naked Luna. Naked Luna bad.

Wouldn't exactly call her bad. . .

Don't you start!

Oh God, she was losing it. This was worse than hallucinating spacewalks. Which would actually come as a saving grace right about now.

Come on, seizures, hit me up!

. . . nothing.

So rude.

You'd think after making her life a living hell they could at least get her out of a hot mess.

Forcing those thoughts - and her humiliation - aside, Raven focused her attention once more on the woman in front of her, who thankfully hadn't seemed to notice her mortifying levels of unchecked horniness.

She watched as Luna smiled somewhat ruefully. It was a contrast to the lightness she'd seen on her face only seconds earlier. Sometimes, it seemed as though her moods changed as quickly as Raven's own.

It made for confusing conversation.

Like now.

What were we talking about again?

Something about being cold. Which was most definitely not a problem for her right now. In fact, they might end up having to get Abby in here - because Raven was becoming dangerously close to collapsing from heatstroke.

(which, whilst embarrassing, would have the benefit of getting her out of this situation if her fucking seizures couldn't deign to oblige)

"I'm sorry that today was less than enjoyable. It wasn't what I had planned," Luna murmured.

Was that what she was worried about?

Raven snorted. "Even you can't control stupid fish. I actually had an okay time - you know, before the near drowning."

Certainly the most interesting date she'd ever been on.

Not that it was a date.

Nope, no siree.

Just a platonic outing between two women and their fish nemesis.

She really needed to get laid.