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Miorine always denies it, but she does sometimes have something of a jealous streak where her wife Suletta is involved. And seeing her cuddling with Guel Jeturk in the couch, cozy underneath their shared quilt across the fire, has her seething—practically thawing completely from the frigid wind blowing in from the sea.
So she does what every sensible woman would: she marches over to them, rips them apart, then settles in between them, sighing in relief.
Guel cracks up just as Suletta scoots closer and peppers her with kisses. He embraces them, and Miorine melts in their shared heat.
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the online duck race craved #guesulemio and frankly so did I lmao. anyway I can't imagine a sensible argument about why these three shouldn't be together when an extra pair of arms for hugging doesn't sound so bad to me 🤔🤔🤔 (from #ficwip 's monthly drabble challenge)
#seaofolivesoriginal #gwitch