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~Serena actually loves wearing the fancy dresses she's been trained to drape around her body. Layla loves them on her, too. She especially loves to let her hand slide up Serena's leg beneath the fabric.
~Layla enjoys bondage, but Serena loves to serve. She is happiest when Layla is squirming beneath her, singing her praises. Even better when Layla tells her in the most wicked of tones, what it is she needs to do.
~Layla is a morning person and an early riser. She loves to get up right before sunrise, and her favorite time of day is a crisp morning.
~Serena only rises before noon if she's forced to be somewhere. If roused too early, she can be quite grumpy. She's a night owl, at her perkiest around midnight.
~Layla loves the stars. She's memorized all the constellations.
~Serena knows how to sew, and crochets when she's angry to calm herself down.
~Layla eats when she's stressed.
~Layla is afraid of spiders, much to Serena's amusement. Serena, meanwhile, is deathly afraid of water deeper than her hips. She never learned to swim.
They never speak of marriage, of the laws that stand against them.
Serena, however, knows Layla is the one. The moment it settles in her heart, she starts to dig through old texts. She looks for loopholes. Opportunities.
There has to be a way.
She takes meetings with the brightest minds in Aldagar. She asks every man and woman who claims to be an expert in law or tradition.
They all come to a sobering consensus: nothing can be done under the current laws.
It is the "current" which captures her attention.
Laws can be changed. It requires effort and dedication. Fortunately, Serena has both. Right now, she and Layla still have time.
They've yet to speak of marriage, but if and when they do, Serena wants to be able to have that option. She wants to take Layla into her arms, smile, and whisper 'yes.'
Or even be the one who drops down to one knee. Because Layla is worth it.
She's the one.
Layla, as it turns out, loves bondage. It’s a surprise to her as much as it is to Serena.
But the first time Serena pins her down enough that Layla can’t move, she outright moans. It turns her on, makes her immediately wet, though she can’t put her finger on why.
The next time they have more than a stolen moment in a storage room, Layla brings with her a handful of knitted scarves. For the first time, she’s embarrassed to ask for something. Her face burns and she can’t meet Serena’s eyes.
Serena, however, only smiles and takes the scarves with evident curiosity.
“Tie you up?” she repeats and her lips curve with sheer delight. “It sounds like fun.”
Layla blinks. “You’re sure?”
Serena steps close and loops one scarf over Layla’s body like a lasso, reeling her in.
“Absolutely,” she purrs. “Something tells me we’re both going to enjoy this indulgence.”
Layla shivers, her insides quivering. “Thank you.”
“Oh.” Serena nuzzles into her throat with a warm exhalation. “It’ll be my pleasure.
~Layla likes to snuggle, but Serena hates excess heat. They may start the night cuddling, but eventually, Layla rolls into a blanket burrito, and Serena sprawls out on top of what’s left of the covers.
~Layla is the more sexually experienced of the two, with both male and female lovers in the past, but Serena is an eager study. She has only had female partners.
~Serena says ‘I love you’ first, a quiet confession during a tender moment. It’s several months later when Layla blurts it out in return, over a public lunch, and during an unfortunate, if not hilarious, lull in the dull roar of surrounding conversation.
~They have spent at least one nigh in every inn, bed and breakfast, or hostel in Aldagar. Some they have frequented enough that they have a favorite room.
~In the Spring, the peak of flower season, Layla snores. She also sneezes like a horse.
~Layla enjoys watching Serena apply her make up for official functions, but rejects wearing any herself. She doesn’t have the patience and refuses to let Serena’s handmaidens help her.
~Serena is a messy crier. It’s a good thing she doesn’t do so often, because her face turns splotchy, tears go everywhere, and her nose runs.
Serena can’t dance.
She enjoys music and has been forced to learn many instruments, but she has no rhythm.
That doesn’t stop her from trying.
Whenever they attend one of the street festivals, Serena is the first to hike up her skirts and wriggle about. She often takes Layla’s hand and drags her out into the crowd, too. Not that Layla can dance either.
It’s not about skill though. It’s about having fun, laughing and dancing after they’ve had their fill of fruit pies and hibiscus tea.
They share kisses when they dance close, Serena and her citrus tartlets, Layla and her boysenberry puffs.
Serena’s cheeks flush. She pulls her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. Dangling brass earrings jangle as she swings her body in tight circles.
Layla prays that she doesn’t trip again.
Then again, Layla does so enjoy catching her before she falls.
Layla is definitely the impulse buyer of the two. She knows how to manage her money, but she keeps what she calls “impulse coin” for the things here and there that catch her eye. Especially if shiny or new.
who draws in the dust on their cars
Serena. Bath fog in the mirrors. Frost on the windows. Dust on the desktop. She often idly draws designs with her fingertips while lost in thought.
who starts the snowball fights
Layla. Always Layla. She loves a good challenge, she loves to have fun, and even though Serena’s aim is better than hers, she can’t make a decent snowball, so they are evenly matched.
who throws away the directions to things
Layla. She thinks they can figure it out on their own. Just wing it. Serena prefers to have something to fall back on just in case, or you know, do it right the first time.
who puts up holiday décor
Both of them. Serena has a keen eye for interior design, another something she was raised to know, but Layla gets really excited for holidays and has set times when the decorations must go out to get them in the spirit.
who is more likely to forget to bathe
Layla. It’s less likely that she forgot to bathe, as it is she gets to the end of the day, realizes she hasn’t bathed yet, and is too tired to go through the effort of doing so and saves it for the next day. Or the day after that.
who gets more obsessed about things
I wouldn’t say obsessed is the right word, but once Serena gets focused on something important, there’s little that can deter or distract her.
who sings in the shower more often
Serena hums, but Layla sings, sometimes in tune, sometimes not. If they’re bathing together, and have the time, they might indulge in a duet or two.
Layla considers it one of her secret weapons.
Serena especially loves to trace Layla’s freckles with her fingers. She has a broad spatter of them across the back of her shoulders, like little tan morsels.
Layla is not ticklish, unfortunately, but she does shiver when Serena plays connect the dots. Even more so when she uses her tongue.
There are a few, larger stray freckles, too. They make a disjointed trail down toward Layla’s delectable rump, on which the right cheek has a cutely shaped birthmark. It looks a bit like a teacup.
The first time Serena commented on it, Layla cheekily replied, “perhaps you should add some sugar then.” She wriggled her rump.
Serena had rolled her eyes. Those damn trashy novels. Would she never hear the end of them?
Serena laughs to herself as she remembers that moment, while her mouth makes a warm trip down Layla’s spine.
“Something funny?” Layla asks.
Serena flicks a finger over the birthmark. “Tea time,” she says.
Layla snickers. “I guess it is.” Her body shakes as she laughs a little harder. “Better get to brewing.”
who cries when someone dies in a movie
Definitely Layla. She tries to hide it, but she reacts first, thinks later. Serena’s been trained to keep her emotions in check, so she might feel like crying, but she’s good at putting on that stone face.
who wears the ugly holiday garb
Layla. She loves to find the ugliest thing she can possibly locate and wear it with pride. Especially if it’s comfortable. Plus, it makes Serena laugh.
who pays for the meals
They take turns, especially at first. Layla insisted upon it. Once they get married, though, the pull from a joint pot and pay together. And Serena is always a big tipper.
Serena. Layla’s too practical when it comes to strays, but Serena has a very big heart and still thinks she can save the world and everything in it.
who leaves the bathroom door open
If using the facilities, neither of them, at least not at first. If bathing, Layla. She hopes to entice Serena to join her.
who tells the ‘dad jokes’
Layla. She loves puns and bad jokes and silly things. Stuff that makes Serena laugh and give her a fond look.
who wants kids more
Neither of them. Serena is hoping she can foist off the idea of heirs onto her brother, while Layla has enough nieces and nephews that she thinks she’s set for life.
who travels more
Layla. She’s at least been out of the city a few times thanks to being a member of the militia and Nolan’s Guard. Serena hopes to get out of the city soon. She wants to make diplomatic trips to both Aldagar and Ivaline to maintain friendly relations with their neighbors.
Serena is one pretty package from top to bottom. Everything about her is gorgeous.
Even so, Layla has her favorites. Like Serena’s thick thighs. Her wide hips. Her olive skin. Her glossy black hair so long it falls to her waist like dark water. It’s as soft as silk and always smells of sweet oils from a distant land.
Layla likes to embrace Serena from behind, pressing her nose to Serena’s hair. She inhales deeply, enjoying the scent. Serena’s hair is so soft it tickles Layla’s cheeks.
“Do you mind?” Layla asks as she rubs Serena’s corset-covered belly.
Serena laughs and pats her hand. “No, my sweet. Indulge away.”
She hands Layla a brush and works her way free long enough to sit at her vanity. This puts her hair in easy reach for Layla to play with.
She isn’t skilled at the intricate knots and braids like Serena’s handmaidens. But this isn’t about style.
It’s about Layla getting to run her fingers through Serena’s hair.