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Ari loved Josephine. She really did. But this was a step too far. "It's too hot to cuddle," she said, swatting away Josephine's hands. Bloody Antiva and its hot weather. "And you know it."
Josephine laughed, truly one of Ari's favourite sounds. But that wasn't enough to make her budge. She was covered in sticky sweat residue and absolutely reeked. "Is it? Surely not," Josie insisted, hugging her from behind. Evil conniving woman. Of course she knew her weaknesses. How she wasn't boiling in her layers of dress was beyond Ariadne.
She nearly gave in when Josephine kissed her throat, pulling her tight. But the heat was overwhelming. "It's boiling, and you know it," Ari pouted, squirming a bit to put on a show of escaping Josephine's grasp.
The smile shot her way made it worth it. It was her scheming smile, one that meant Ari'd just stumbled into a trap. Usually a lovely trap. "I warned you Antivan summers were warmer than Marcher summers, no?" she asked, pulling Ari even closer than before. What a despicable wife she was, craving closeness as Ari was practically wilting in the sun.
"You did," Ari responded. Josephine set down her quill, choosing instead to start unbuttoning the front of Ari's dress. She gulped as Josie freed her chest, getting an eyeful of her prodigious bosom.
Ari sighed, leaning into her wife. "I told you I like my clothes," she whined, kissing the crown of Josephine's head.
"Maker forbid I buy my wife proper clothes for the weather," Josephine sighed, picking up the letter she was writing. "At least you won't have to make yourself indecent to survive the heat. Now make yourself useful my love and proofread this, will you?"