I really wanted to join in for idolcandy's Dykecember challenge, and even though we're already at the half of the month, it's better late than never! if someone wants to requests a pair for a specific day, my askbox is open ^^
Dykecember day 1: first kiss
Words: 1474
Candy's P. O. V.
My phone buzzed with a new notification.
why didn't you pick up? are you in class?
Ever since Nath left, Amber and I looked after his flat, especially Blanche. She has always been an independent lady, but her master's sudden and long disappearance didn't affect her well. It didn't affect any of us well. Even when she wasn't around, I hung out often in his apartment. I liked the quiet that I couldn't experience in the dorms, and I buried myself in my studies.
I tried to divert my thoughts. I didn't tell Rosa or Alexy what was up, but I'm sure they picked up after some time, as I continuously rejected going out clubbing or shopping with them. Rosa told me that I could talk to her anytime, but knowing her opinion about Nath, I rather kept to myself.
So who was left? Amber and Kim were the only two people who still kept in touch with Nath, but Kim was busy managing the gym. She also didn't know about Nath's ehm... business, and with Amber we didn't even feel it fair to tell her about it.
That left just the two of us, Amber and me. I still couldn't quite comprehend the change she went through. Those piercings eyes that I always found cold and condescending in high school, now they lit up when she saw me, always cheerfully greeting. The delicate fingers that carried out so many pranks on me, now I had the opportunity to watch them drum mindlessly on the tabletop while we're having lunch together. One hand would be enough to keep count of the times she behaved kind towards me, and yet now I found myself spending more and more time with her...
It feels wrong to even think about it, considering that she's my ex-boyfriend's sister, but there's something enchanting about her. When I'm with her, I cannot stop thinking about her plush lips and what it would feel like to have them on mine. When she's away, I'm nervous, waiting for the time we meet again.
How does hate turn to love?
Is it even love? I see who I want to see. I'm imagining a personality for her that maybe she doesn't even have. She has her own life, her own passions, her own problems. Hell, the only thing tying us together - Nath - didn't even use to have a good relationship with her until only recently. If she's not the cruel teenager who made my days sour, then I have no idea who she is beyond her worry and love for Nath.
I used to think we share that, but I'm ashamed to see that my heart is beating for someone else now.
My phone buzzed again.
hello?? anyone there?
The student in the row in front of me turned around to shush me. I guess he had had enough of my phone making noise...
This helped pull me out of my daydreams. Although I did spend much of my free time with studying now, I still couldn't keep track of Mr. Lebard's class. If there was a course for reading lullabies to adults, he could be the perfect professor for it...!
I muted my phone, then finally checked out the new messages. Amber has previously asked me if I was free to help her out sometime, as she's moving in to Nath's apartment. God knows when he's going to use it again, meanwhile Amber's model career isn't going as well as she hoped. To save some money, she decided to give out her flat for rent, and live in Nath's place for some time.
I offered to help her move her stuff, but due to our different timetables it wasn't easy to find an afternoon that suited both of us. I sent her a quick reply:
yes, I'm in class, but it ends in 5. I'll call you after
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"I already found a tenant. She's moving in on Saturday, so I must leave tomorrow the latest."
"Wow, that was quick. Well, I don’t have any classes left today, so it's totally up to you. If you think you have too much stuff, we can ask someone else for help too. I'm sure Kim would be happy to join in, or maybe Castiel...."
What an idiot! I already forgot how big of a crush she had on him. It was partly the reason she was so hard on me. She misinterpreted my friendship with him as something more, and jealousy is never a good advisor.
Either the static of the phone helped hide the tone of her voice, or she was over him by now, as she replied completely unfazed.
"The two of us should be enough, I don't have that many belongings. See you tomorrow afternoon."
"That's perfect for me, alright. I'll meet you at your place. "
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She was right, even with just the two of us we finished sooner than I expected. We talked while moving the boxes, to help pass the time. Only lighthearted topics came up, but it wasn’t the kind of small talk that makes even silence comfortable compared to it. I offered to leave once we were done with the actual relocation, to let her unpack alone, but Amber insisted I stay. She put on some music, and fished out a bottle of champagne from one of the cabinets.
"I bought this for Nath on our last birthday, although I know he’s not much of a drinker. It would be a shame if this got spoilt, am I right?"
I laughed a little while shrugging. "Well, I don’t think Nath would be mad…"
Amber unscrewed the bottle, and shook her head.
"You know what, I don’t want to talk about him. He made his own choices, whatever we think about them. I worry for him, and I know you do too, but he’s not a child." She handed me a glass, and took a sip from her own. "I’m sure two young ladies such as us can find a thousand better topics to discuss."
I couldn’t help but laugh, not missing to notice her wink in the meantime. I didn’t know what to add, so I took my glass, thankful for the "alibi" for not speaking.
"Soo… what are you going to do once you graduate? There’s not much time left until the end of your studies if I recall correctly."
"I never actually got this far when I was making plans for my future."
It was Amber’s turn to laugh, though she was more cynical than me.
"I get that, I didn’t plan this ahead either. When I started, I received two photoshoot offers for each one I did. I thought I was one of the few people who are lucky enough to skyrocket their career right from the beginning. Guess I was wrong."
Little by little, I had already finished my glass by then, and I felt a small confidence boost. I sat next to Amber, hugging her shoulders with my arm.
"I’m not speaking from experience of course, but I’m sure it’s normal to have ups and downs. The things we see in movies are romanticized, it’s never easy in real life."
I was so caught up in trying to comfort her that I didn’t even notice when she refilled both of our glasses.
"Yeah, I can second that. It’s never easy in real life…"
Maybe I was imagining things, but I had the impression that she was avoiding my gaze as she spoke.
I tried to recall all occasions we were together like this. Those late night phone talks, those seemingly meaningless strolls in the park, those "study dates" that always ended up being gossip afternoons. I never noticed until now, but sometimes she would mention her feelings of loneliness and being lost. I always thought she was the kind of social, confident, strong woman that they write motivational articles about in the newspaper. But I realised that it wasn’t only me who started spending more and more time with her; I also took up a bigger part of her life now than I did before. And while I wasn’t sure how she felt about this, I certainly knew how I did.
Mostly thanks to the liquid courage that the now three glasses of champagne gave me, I leaned in, half hopeful, half scared of her reaction. Amber didn’t pull away, and after a few seconds even put down her glass to place her hand on my thigh. Our kiss deepened, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me: whatever confusion I was going through in my life with my studies ending, my unknown future incoming, but also the consequences of Nath’s past threatening to reach Amber and me as well, now I knew I wasn’t alone with it.
Dykecember challenge
someone asked for our fave non-canon lesbians in @marycecilyy's askbox and I realised that oh boy, do I actually love women. so I decided to try and break my writer's block with this lil fluffy something. thank you @louis-ratking for always being so kind and supportive <3
Words: 975
TW: there are a few mentions of Amber's ED. they aren't in the focus of the story, but be cautious if this theme can upset you
Candy's P. O. V.
"Are you even paying attention to me?!"
Amber was lying on her stomach next to me, a laptop before us on the ground. This wasn't the first time I invited her over to my dorm room to spend time with her. My excuses were always the same: for Nathaniel and Castiel, I'd say that I'm keeping her close so that I can see if she eats enough; for Amber herself, I never went into details. I'd just ask her if she's interested in watching a movie, going skating or doing anything together, and to my greatest luck, she always just said 'yes' without any questions.
I snapped back into reality and tried to focus on what was happening in front of me. Amber went into a detailed theory about how the protagonist is going to come back and save the day yet again... I loved watching her when she was like this. Her face slightly blushed from the enthusiasm, she relied on her palm while gesturing with the other one, paying respect to her Italian origins. But now she was staring at me, her brows furrowed with anger when she realised I wasn't listening to her.
"Don't worry, I'm definitely paying attention." I decided to play it cocky. Maybe she'd play along.
"Oh." As I was expecting, she caught up, dropping her voice to a whisper. "And do you like what you see?" She put her other hand down now, but... on the other side of my neck, towering over me effectively.
This wasn't the first time I invited her over to my dorm room to spend time with her. This wasn't the first time we ended up like this. We were a lot more than friends, and I think others were starting to realise it as well. But in my room, it was only the two of us, and I was curious about the continuation.
Her lips started their slow descend towards mine. I was already a bit impatient, but I knew that it would simply make the game longer, so I waited. Just when she became dangerously close, when I could feel her soft breath over my lips, when I could see the little light brown spots in her eyes that were glued to mine... she stopped.
"What...?"
Amber straightened up as fast as lightning, the sound of her heartwarming chuckle, sweet as honey, ringing in my ears. I let out a groan, while trying to cover my flustered face with the aid of my hair.
"You have to do something special to deserve a kiss from me" she winked at me when I was finally able to look up from my lap.
"Such as?" My palm found its way to her thigh. To my much surprise, she didn't snatch it away immediately. She stopped laughing, but the playfulness didn't disappear from her eyes.
"Gosh, you're so out of my league" I sighed dramatically, noticing how she didn't answer me.
"And you're so out of your mind". She rolled her eyes. "What even makes you think that?"
"Because it's simply the truth." I had a hard time hiding my smile. "You're breathtakingly beautiful, painfully young and so, so not singola."
"You say that I'm young like you're not a 20-something university student." She tried to look hurt, but I noticed that she slightly blushed when I called her beautiful. "Also, please stop bringing up my 'boyfriend'. You know it's not a real relationship."
"If you want me to shut up, you have to make me."
"Screw you."
"I'm okay with that, too."
There was a short pause here. I was looking at her, hoping she would take up the challenge. And for the second time today, she reacted the way I wanted.
Before I could even register what was happening, her lips were finally on mine, lighting my whole body on fire. We didn't go any further for now, only our faces glued together, my hands enveloping her cold ones.
"Where did your thirst for adventure disappear so suddenly?" she asked when we pulled away, resting our foreheads against each other's.
I wanted to say 'I thirst for something completely different' but that was a bit too bold even for me. I rather pulled her face close again, lying down on the floor, taking her with me.
I don't know how much time we spent there like that; tongues intertwined, arms holding the other one so close no one could tell where one body ends and the other starts, legs brushing against each other. My fingers found their way under her top, caressing her stomach. Suddenly I could only think about how she denies food from that stomach, how her ribs are so easily palpable under the thin layer of her skin. My heart squished with worry and love for her, and she must have sensed the change in my mood, because she pulled away once again.
"What's the matter, amore?" I couldn't help but smile. Weaving random words from her native language into our conversations was a silly little game of ours, but she didn't play it with anyone else besides me, so I felt unique.
"You know how much I love you, right?"
"Mhmm."
"I wish I knew how to win you over."
"You don't need that knowledge anyway, you have already done that, in case you haven't noticed."
We both laughed at this, still lying on the floor.
"Would you go out with me?" The hope in my voice was too perceptible, but I didn't care. She can know how desperate I am.
"You have to do something special to deserve that" she replied without missing a beat, but it didn't seem like even she believed herself.
"I'll keep not listening to your rants, then." I pressed a short kiss on her cheek, letting her stubbornness defeat me for now.