AN - Trouble

They are dancing barely twenty feet away, all tenderness. Angela has her arms around Fareeha’s neck exactly the way Ana has hers around yours. Your hands are on Ana’s hips, but Fareeha holds onto Angela’s waist. Fareeha wears loose pants and a cute top, while Angela has on a gorgeous, white dress.

You what Ana did and turn away, hiding your face.

“Shit,” you say, and Ana yanks you off the dance floor and out of the room.

Fareeha has caught you talking to Ana once or twice over the course of FUTA, but of course, they don’t know that you’re having an affair. Ana has grudgingly given her blessing to Fareeha to date whoever she wants, but… she still doesn’t love it.

You feel like a cartoon character being dragged along as Ana hurries back to the room and slams the door shut.

She looks at you suspiciously.

“Did you plan this?”

“What? No! Why would I?”

Ana groans and gets ready to punch the wall. You stop her. She’s not pissed because Angela and Fareeha are together… she’s pissed because she almost got busted. Even after all this… she’s still not comfortable being with you.

Admittedly, it would be a little weird for Fareeha to know that you’re in a relationship of some kind with her mother. But… it is what it is.

You sit on the bed beside her. She stares at the wall like an angry zombie.

“Turn the ship around,” she mutters.

“You know we can’t.”

“Grr,” she says. God. You’ve never heard her growl like that, except maybe during some of the really angry sex when she was still pissed off about Angela and Fareeha. Yeah… she’s tapping into that fury again now.

You sigh.

“We’re going to spend the whole trip hiding from them, aren’t we?” you ask.

“Of course we are!” Ana rages.