anneoftheisland: (adoration)
[ continued from here ]

If Matthew hadn't been there, or if they hadn't been in so public a place, Anne might well have carried Ariel's attentions forward to where they naturally might go.

"Is it time to go home?" she said softly, moving only so far from Ariel as she needed to speak. "Or shall we keep one another company right here?"

"If we move Matthew he might need our attention," Ariel said, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile. She pressed her mouth to Anne's to quiet any reply she might try to make, and slipped a hand up Anne's side to the swell of her breast. Her fingers traced the seam of the fabric, her thumb brushing close to the nipple.

Oh, the things Anne had been convinced to do every since she met Ariel! Matthew had fallen asleep in his bassinet and was so nearby that they needn't worry about him, but they were still outdoors, even in so secluded a corner as they were.

But Anne could not argue that Ariel's touch felt especially good, and if they could not do something so special and memorable on her birthday, well, there would never be a better time.

And so Anne did nothing to stop her as Ariel began her familiar caresses.
anneoftheisland: (Default)
Anne took a well-earned break from the garden, after planting an border of red and blue flowers as well as transplanting some cuttings from the main kitchen garden, and lay down on her back on her grass, looking up through the treetops at the blue, blue sky.

If one imagined hard enough, one could picture the sorts of things that went on in those treetops, far above where any of them could ever hope to visit. It was clearly the place where all the magical creatures hid when they vanished from sight on the ground, all those fairies and sprites that Anne had always dreamt of seeing but never quite had, even out of the corner of her eye. She could just see them cavorting up there on the treetops, dizzyingly quick and blithely carefree.

It was the sort of life that could only be lived in an active imagination, and for all the trouble it had brought her Anne would never, not ever, be sorry she had one. She rested one hand on her belly and imagined all the stories she would one day be telling their child.
anneoftheisland: (Default)
Anne practically flew out of the compound and towards the party, keeping her eyes open for Ariel's distinctive hair. There were a lot of people she wanted to talk to, but only one she wanted to talk to right now, and she wasn't going to stop searching till she found her no matter who might've tried to stop her to congratulate her.

She finally found Ariel outside the Hub but near the food, and without saying a word excitedly pulled her away from the crowd so that they might find some privacy. A walk behind the compound, through the garden, ought to be perfect.
anneoftheisland: (helpless giggles)
Anne woke up almost every morning the same way: with her arms around her wife, snuggled close against her back. This morning was no exception, and because her arms and her body were in the right place when she started to wake, it took her a few moments to realise that they were around the wrong person.

"Oh no!" she yelped as she skittered out from under the covers and right off the bed. "Ariel, help!"
anneoftheisland: (growing and changing)
Anne had certainly been kept busy in the wake of the giant waves, when a great number of people had visited the IPD office to learn just what had occured and determine what was to be done about those persons had been temporarily displaced. But as dedicated as she was to her duty, she did not hesitate to abandon her post when she heard that Ariel had been brough in to the clinic (and not only Ariel but others, though Ariel's name was the only one that stuck in her head.)

"Oh my goodness," she said, clutching at Ariel's hand as soon as she found her. "Oh Ariel, what's happened?"
anneoftheisland: (Default)
Anne didn't expect the morning to bring anything special, no more than every morning was special when she got to wake up with Ariel beside her, but she turned out to be very, very wrong about that. The first thing she noticed was how warm she was, warm to the point of perspiration. She pushed the top quilt away and opened her eyes only to realise that the very walls around her had changed. No longer the cabin she had become accustomed to, she was once again looking at the hut that had been built specially for her, no different at all from the last time she'd seen it.

"Ariel," she whispered, touching her shoulder gently. "Ariel, look."
anneoftheisland: (lovely and disheveled)
There was a well-worn path now, winding from Anne's hut and across the main path through the Hamlet to Ariel's hut. The amount of time Anne spent traversing it, she thought maybe she ought to line it with stones or flowers or something pretty, but that thought always dashed from her head when she saw Ariel and her mind flitted to other things.

"I brought bananas," she said, displaying them as she approached Ariel with a radiant smile on her face. "The tiny sweet ones; I found some growing not far from my hut. These are the ones you like, right?"
anneoftheisland: (searching for her place)
Anne discovered, after going swimming with Ariel -- though she'd suspected it long before -- that she really liked to walk barefoot on the beach, to feel the sand between her toes and the waves lap up over her ankles when she walked close to the ocean. She might not go swimming in her underthings where anyone else could see, but she could go without her shoes and stockings, and no one would chide her for it.

"This is lovely," she said, splashing up a little water with one foot and laughing softly. "Oh, this is just what I needed, Ariel, thank you."
anneoftheisland: (all girls eventually grow up)
Anne still hadn't fluffed up her bed to quite the way she liked it, but she could go out in the morning and gather some more leaves and grasses to stuff under her blankets; she didn't need to fix it right that moment. Perhaps she could even figure out how to build a real bedframe, though that was certainly not a priority. Still, the not-quite-fluffed bed -- or at least, that's what she assumed the problem was - left her tossing and turning a little, not sleeping quite so well as she had when she had been sharing a bed with Ariel.

That was how she came to be drowsy but awake, lying in bed after dark, when she heard some faint noises from outside her hut. It could certainly have been an animal, for there were a great many in the jungle, but Anne still called out softly.

"Who is it? Who's out there?"

picnic

Aug. 16th, 2006 09:45 pm
anneoftheisland: (young miss shirley)
Normally Anne's picnic basket held all her worldly belongings, ever since she'd fled her home ahead of the storm, but today she'd stowed all of those things beneath Ariel's bed so that she might use the basket for its intended purpose: a picnic. She'd needed to take a trip down to the small waterfall anyway, to determine whether Matthew's apple tree had survived the storm, so she thought it might be lovely to make a day of it with her new friend Ariel.

"Have you been here before?" Anne asked her, pushing through the last underbrush blocking the path. "Oh, I'm sure you have, you were on this island long before I was, but this is one of my very favourite places."
anneoftheisland: (Default)
"Ariel!" called Anne, pushing her way past a thick, hanging vine. She felt like they'd been looking forever, but she was determined to keep going, for as long as she could. "Billy! Ariel!"

There was a noise from somewhere ahead that brought her up short. Not that they hadn't been hearing the noises of the jungle creatures all along, but this one was different, she could just tell.

"Joe! Joe, did you hear that?"
anneoftheisland: (all girls eventually grow up)
Anne supposed that they weren't so very far from the compound now, but after it had gotten dark none of them had wanted to continue on, particularly after the close call with Joe. So pulling together some fallen branches and leaves and clearing a spot on the ground, they made themselves quite the cozy little campsite for the night. Joe had fallen asleep quickly, probably exhausted from his ordeal, but Anne found she couldn't sleep so easily. She had found Ariel, which was a great relief, but Billy was still out there somewhere. At least she could take some comfort in the fact that she'd been right, and that they hadn't vanished altogether.

"Was it terribly frightening out there?" Anne asked her, as they lay side by side in the lean-to. "I can only just imagine what it must have been like."

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