Miaren's nostrils flare as Fern steps closer.  She cranes her neck to look at her companion's eyes, making a deliberate effort to do that.  She is also wary of the strange concoction, especially in light of the one that is already percolating in her veins.<br/><br/><em>We can't raise his suspicions,</em>she thinks, worried and hesitant about what she is about to do.  She has never put her mouth on another woman - except for once when she had to treat a snakebite - and especially not anywhere intimate.<br/><br/>She has no choice.  Still fidgeting from the ointment that has inflamed her sex, she starts to lick at the flat plane of Fern's stomach.