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The sunroom, normally aglow with the setting sun, was drowning in the soft gloom of the late evening. Lilith sat in her plush armchair, brushing a finger along the faded ink of her late wife's letters.
A sigh escaped her lips, a sound as familiar as the rustle of the pages.
Three gentle knocks at the French doors startled her, she quickly raised her head to see a footman standing stiffly. "Miss Grimes" he announced. "There is someone here to see you"
Lilith sighed, weariness tugging at the corners of her lips. "Send them away" she murmured, not caring about who it could possibly be.
The footman paused, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But..." he began, Lilith cut him off with a wave of her hand. He stepped to the side, revealing Miss Eloise.
Eloise stood in the doorway, her chestnut hair flowing down her shoulders like a calm river, her eyes wide and hesitant. "Lilith, may i have a word with you?"
Lilith dismissed the footman with a wave of her hand. He scurried away, leaving the two women alone in the hushed silence. She slowly rose from the chair. "Is everything alright?" she breathed, ignoring the letters that fell from her lap, and on to the floor.
The younger woman took a step back, her eyes darting around the room."I will be leaving soon" she sighed, wiping her sweaty palms on her gown. "For Scotland"
Lilith's brow furrowed. "Scotland? But why?"
"Francesca and her husband Lord Kilmartin have offered me a place to stay" Eloise said, her gaze fixed on the floor. "For a while" she added, her voice hushed.
Lilith's heart plummeted into the pits of hell. "For a while? How long is a while?"
Eloise didn't respond. Instead, she turned on her heels and started towards the door. Lilith's hand shot out, catching the door just as it was about to open. Her fingers traced the smooth glass, a silent plea in the darkness. "Eloise i love yo-"
"Don't" Eloise whispered, her voice strained. "Don't make this harder than it has to be"
"Kiss me" Lilith's fingers brushed against her cheek, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down her spine. "Just one last time" she whispered seductively.
Eloise's breath hitched, her body rigid. She rested her forehead against the door, her knees wobbling. "Lilith, i did not come here for this" she whispered.
Lilith, ignoring the tremor in Eloise's voice, slid her hand down her stomach, the soft fabric of her gown offering little resistance. Her fingers grazed Eloise's hip as she buried her face in the nape of her neck. "I want to make sure that you think of me when you touch yourself. Even if you are in Scotland" she whispered.
