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Olympe leaned against a nearby tree, breasts heaving against her stays, hair loosed from its fastenings. She looked less like a lady of the court, more a fairy of the forest from the Breton stories of Solène's youth. "What are we to do? We can hardly go home like this." 

The two were unpresentable, skirts grass-stained and twigs tangled in their hair. War loomed with Austria and England, but that was far away, Paris an unpleasant memory, and so they ran through the forests bordering Aix like the two half-wild children they had never been.

Solène's eyes found a nearby pool of water glistening invitingly. "Fortune appears to be on our side." 

 "Where anyone could--?" 

"Anyone could have walked in the church Friday," Solène pointed out with a smirk. "There were no complaints then." 

 "We weren't so...exposed!" 

"Come..." Solène said, working at the ties of her bodice. "There's no one here. No time to play the prude." 

"You--!" Olympe looked away, centuries of aristocratic dignity in the fold of her arms across her body as Solène splashed into the water.

"If your modesty is so important, you can always stay there." 

Olympe scoffed loudly, shaking her head. Still, as time passed, she opened an eye, then another, unable to fight her body's will. 

Solène reached out a hand, and Olympe, transfixed, took it, and then there was only clear water between their bodies. 

"Much better, is it not?" Solène asked, before Olympe promptly quieted her with a kiss.