An ode to summer. (фемслэш)

"The scent of the suncream reminded her of summers gone by; sticky fingers after a picnic; an army of ants marching in a straight line to take the leftover crumbs; plump jewels of blueberries or strawberries or raspberries, bought on the side of the road at a farmer’s stall."
Stella and Reed are enjoying the season's first Pimm's, and Stella gets a little sunburned.
A series of ficlets. Will update sporadically.