A Third Wheel Turns a Bike into a Trike Which is Much More Fun

The plan was made and the location was chosen. Each woman had their task and Bowen had set off early that morning to do her part. Hitching one of the smaller carts to herself, the cream and caramel fae made her way to the beach, careful to choose the end furthest away from where her mother and Kane had set up their den. They needed some privacy. Besides, if things took a more adult path, she didn't need her mother catching her sleeping with her brother. That lecture was all that she needed...

The ladies had decided on early afternoon for their rendezvous time. That gave Bowen more than enough time to set up their little surprise. Hopefully Briar was able to entice Artorias away from the castle for a bit of fun. If not, Bowen would be spending a long night alone, though it would be a luxurious night. The small fae set up a simple canopy, digging poles into the sand that had an awning attached to them. It would shield them from the sun that blazed down overhead. With that in place, Bowen began setting up other things. Up above, the calls of the seabirds served as the woman's symphony. She hummed a little tune as she spread first a sheet on the sand, then positioned a few plush furs beneath the canopy. Next came an assortment of covered dishes to keep the bugs and birds from stealing it. There were closed jars of fresh water, a bottle of wine or three and a few special little things for dessert.

Once she decided that her work was done, Bowen sprawled on her belly on one of the furs, enjoying the salty sea breeze that ruffle her silken fur. The woman's long tail swished back and forth over her extended hind legs and she closed her emerald eyes against the sun, content to relax until the other two arrived.

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