Ann/Leslie, Hestia, 100 words. For femslash100. Spoilers for “Smallest Park”
The cheesecake doesn’t sit well after the first five pieces, but Ann keeps eating. She keeps going, and she’ll keep going for as long as it takes. What exactly am I shooting for, here? she thinks, slipping another bite past her lips, chewing. Leslie flits from table to table, shaking hands, smiling. Ann smiles too. She thinks about throwing the rest of the cake away and heading home while she can still walk, crawling in to bed and attempting chapter one of The Sorcerer’s Stone for the fifth time. Then Leslie smiles in her direction and Ann takes another bite.