Another one for Danbea: 💘
“Danvers,” she called. “Danvers, wait!”
Finally, Rebecca’s maid turned, eyes widening with surprise when she realised who had followed her into the narrow servants’ passage. Danvers bowed her head.
“Mrs Lacy. How can I help?”
The question stopped her short. She had not thought beyond catching up with Danvers. Though if she was being honest with herself, she had not thought at all.
“I… I wanted to speak with you for a moment. If you don’t mind.”
Emboldened, Beatrice took a step towards her. Danvers was wearing her usual uniform, her hair pulled back into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. In the rush of the evening’s festivities, a few strands of hair had come loose and were now tucked behind Danvers’ ear. Beatrice had never seen anything more lovely.
“I wanted to thank you for your help the other night,” Beatrice said. There was a slight tremor in her voice. “If I could, I would try and steal you away, but Rebecca would never forgive me.”
“It’s alright.” Beatrice gave her a slight smile. “I won’t come between the two of you. Only…”
She glanced up and down the shadowy corridor. They were alone. Beatrice raised her hand to Danvers’ face, cupping it gently around her jaw. Even in the low light, she could see Danvers’ face flush. She leaned in slowly, carefully, bracing herself for the moment Danvers would push her away. The moment did not come.
Beatrice kissed her, gasping when Danvers’ hand came to her waist, pulling her in. She drew out the kiss as long as she could, pressed closed to Danvers in the dark corridor, her muscles tense. If anyone were to walk in — if anyone saw… With a strangled sound of longing, Beatrice pulled back.
“I needed to do that,” she whispered. “Just this once.”
Prompt: mutual pining/dared to kiss
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