fic: peace we can rise to
peace we can rise to
Original fiction; f/f; pg-13; 171 words
All I've wanted for months now.
For detonationn.
~*~
When you finally kiss, it's perfect. You're both half-drunk from the cheap beer K smuggled into the party, giddy with it. There's no one else around now, and you're sitting close together, so close. Her leg is pressed against yours, sun-warm and browned, and silky-smooth. Maybe she leans in first, or maybe you do, but when your lips touch, it's amazing. It sends a shiver down your spine, makes the backs of your eyelids light up like you're seeing fireworks. There are no fireworks, though; it's only you and her and the old picnic table you're perched on. It's rickety. You hope it won't give out.
Her thumb is warm against your jaw, and when you move to kiss her again, your foreheads bump a little. "Sorry," you say. She silences you by easing her tongue between your lips, tentative but there. You've never done this before, but it feels so right it practically hurts.
When she leaves, your only regret is that you can't go with her.
Original fiction; f/f; pg-13; 171 words
All I've wanted for months now.
For detonationn.
~*~
When you finally kiss, it's perfect. You're both half-drunk from the cheap beer K smuggled into the party, giddy with it. There's no one else around now, and you're sitting close together, so close. Her leg is pressed against yours, sun-warm and browned, and silky-smooth. Maybe she leans in first, or maybe you do, but when your lips touch, it's amazing. It sends a shiver down your spine, makes the backs of your eyelids light up like you're seeing fireworks. There are no fireworks, though; it's only you and her and the old picnic table you're perched on. It's rickety. You hope it won't give out.
Her thumb is warm against your jaw, and when you move to kiss her again, your foreheads bump a little. "Sorry," you say. She silences you by easing her tongue between your lips, tentative but there. You've never done this before, but it feels so right it practically hurts.
When she leaves, your only regret is that you can't go with her.