Carriage House front porch, Saturday afternoon
Meg was spawled on a swing, lightly kicking her barefoot back and forth against the porch floor. She woke up feeling so good, so alive. Her dreams were amazing and if anything, they heightened her awareness of self and longing. She was a pretty picture laying there in her cheerleading shorts and baby tee; not a care in the world.
Oh. Wait. Beauty and Rodney. Meg almost forgot she was not happy with those two people right now. How dare they exclude her. So she crashed their date. Not like Beauty hadn't done that to her before, right? Hiding in the closet so counted as crashing a date.
Anyway, here she was, feeling warm and content and very much in a needy position.
(open! Meg of course is still under the power of evil!Phale's lust spell. WOOT! be warned!)
Oh. Wait. Beauty and Rodney. Meg almost forgot she was not happy with those two people right now. How dare they exclude her. So she crashed their date. Not like Beauty hadn't done that to her before, right? Hiding in the closet so counted as crashing a date.
Anyway, here she was, feeling warm and content and very much in a needy position.
(open! Meg of course is still under the power of evil!Phale's lust spell. WOOT! be warned!)