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Sapphic moments from my Novel Project (Used Google Translate so apologies for mistakes)

"No matter what topic we discuss, it always seems sadder in the end than at the beginning." Amar replied, trying to lighten the mood, which elicited a smile from Bell. "Well, what do you expect?" she replied, looking into the Grel's emerald green eyes. "I'm about to leave my entire life behind to save my sister's, and all because my father lost his mind since Mother's death." Amar looked questioningly at this elf who was such a mystery to her. "Your father didn't always agree with the Church and the Empire?" "No," Bell snorted. "He wasn't nearly as idealistic as they are, but he never treated Grel badly. I think he blames them because it's easy and he doesn't have to deal with his feelings that way." Amar thought about her feelings, which she never shared with anyone like many Grel did. She hadn't talked about it with Jun either, and she had even shared a bed with her. Likewise, she knew nothing about Jun's past except that she had obviously once been a slave, as she bore the corresponding scars. It was, among other things, this emotional distance that had made casual sex so easy. Now that she thought about it, it had always been this way since she had matured and developed this physical attraction to women. Her interest in Bell was different. Yes, she was attractive and likeable, but she was also an elf, part of the Empire, and therefore a reason not to lower the walls she had built around her heart, but rather to strengthen them. Still, Amar had never met a colonist like Bell Kensington, an elf who not only called a Grel her sister but also threw away her comfortable life for her. "Who wouldn't be curious?"

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Her hand was as soft as butter, and her grip on Amar's was tender but also firm. She smelled of grass and sunflowers, her shoulder-length blond hair was neatly messy. She wasn't conceited as one would expect from someone of her station. Amar shook these thoughts away like water soaking through her fur. "You can't get distracted in enemy territory." Amar thought as Bell led her into a room, obviously this was the elf's chamber. "And what do we do in your bedroom? Should I hide in the closet or don't you think that's a bit too cliché?" Amar teased her with a grin to lighten the mood, which seemed to have worked because young Kensington was as red as a tomato. "Emmmm, I." Bell stammered, embarrassed. "I didn't really think about it, I was so angry that I just did it automatically." Bell interrupted her monologue because Amar was now standing in front of her, shaking with laughter. "Don't worry, I'm just kidding. It almost seems like you've never..." Now it was Grel who interrupted herself because from the look on her face she could see that Bell had actually never had to hide anyone in the closet before. "I'm sorry if I touched a sore spot there, I didn't mean any harm."

"It's okay," she replied, somewhat dismayed. "But you're right, this isn't the right place." Hesitantly, she pushed past Amar, avoiding eye contact. She didn't take Amar's hand either, which disappointed her. "By the gods, what's wrong with you? You've only known her for a few hours, and she's a colonist. Pull yourself together!" Amar thought as she followed the noble elf.

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When Bell returned to her room, she sat down on her bed and stared at the wall, petrified. She'd almost run, because, well, why, actually. When she'd looked into Amar's eyes after that hug, there'd been a strange tension she didn't recognize. For whatever reason, Amar was naturally sympathetic to her. And that went beyond the sympathy she felt for all Grel. For some reason, it was easier for her to open up to this woman, whom she'd only known for a few hours, than even Plode.

As she got ready for bed, she thought about it a little more deeply. She wondered what would have happened if the situation weren't so dramatic and they'd simply met. In her mind, she went through these alternative realities and savored them thoroughly. If it was common knowledge that you sympathized with the Grel, you hardly had any friends, and no one would court you. And since she was of noble birth, close relationships with women were off the table anyway. "Wait." Bell thought, frowning. "Where did that idea come from?" She conjured a picture of Amar in her mind's eye, and yes, she did find the Grel attractive, especially the way her emerald green eyes stood out against her red fur. Damn those eyes! "By the gods, what's wrong with me?!" she growled desperately and went to sleep.

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And just as she was thinking about her, she was already standing behind her. "She looks so much like you," she breathed absentmindedly. "I hope that's a compliment?" Bell teased. Amar turned to her and, for the first time, looked at her properly in the sunlight. A mischievous grin formed on Amar's lips. "Are you hungry for compliments from me?" As she passed, Amar noted with satisfaction that the elf was as red as a tomato, right up to the tips of her ears.

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