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*insert emo entry in tinyfont full of metaphors about my RP characters*
*actually no I'm more worried about how much I'm going to fail school*
*slowly SIs*
*actually no I'm more worried about how much I'm going to fail school*
*slowly SIs*
They sit on the edge of her bed, close enough to touch, but preserving the distance between them for some reason Karolina can't comprehend. She doesn't feel as awkward anymore, doesn't feel the need to stand in the centre of the room and wait for Xavin to invite her to sit. Xavin plays her music that of course she's never heard before, and speaks over it in a low voice, explaining about its origin, its significance to society.
Karolina listens, not so much interested in the music as Xavin's voice, and studies her face as she speaks. She hears every word she says, but can still feel distraction tugging at the back of her mind; she wonders when-if-Xavin will kiss her again, and then fears she's giving something away with her expression.
She glances down at the bedsheets, at their hands pressed flat against the space between them. Karolina flexes a finger, watches the way fabric folds beneath her palm, and then reaches out slowly. She holds her breath or a second, and then places her fingers against the back of Xavin's hand.
Xavin suddenly stops speaking, as if she's completely forgotten what that she was saying something in the first place. Karolina looks up, catches her eyes, and then smiles softly, brushing her fingers gently across Xavin's hand, her thumb moving from side to side against the inside of her wrist. Karolina doesn't realise the music's changed until Xavin parts her lips to speak once more, and she thinks she's going to tell her something about the nature of the song, about instruments she's never even imagined.
Turning her hand and entwining their fingers, Xavin says, “You are beautiful, beloved,” and Karolina feels her chest tighten in a way that isn't unpleasant at all.
And she's nervous, even though they've been close before; nervous because they're alone in Xavin's room, and she knows she's not just saying that as part of the arrangement, because it benefits their people politically. Xavin means it, truly, and for the first time in her life, Karolina knows that she's accepted, not in spite of what she is, but because of it.
Xavin leans in to kiss her, and even though Karolina can hear her heart pounding in her ears, she doesn't move into the kiss, despite having been waiting for it since the moment she awoke. She leans back and sees Xavin frown, confused, but she continues moving towards her nonetheless; with their lips inches apart, Karolina's head makes contact with the pillow and Xavin's hair falls against her face.
She moves her legs, placing them on the bed, and her arms find their way around the back of Xavin's neck. With her hands flat either side of Karolina's head, Xavin finally kisses her. Karolina arches at the contact, the tension and apprehension in her body melting away against Xavin's lips. She pulls her closer almost without realising it, for no reason other than wanting to feel her pressed against her, warm.
Xavin doesn't even considering objecting, and moves on top of her, kissing her harder, but still moving almost agonisingly slow. Karolina twists her fingers in her hair, and breaks the kiss momentarily, just so she can catch her breath. Her breathing halts altogether when Xavin's fingers ghost across her side, just beneath her fabric of her shirt.
With her hand against the side of Xavin's face, she knows her expression doesn't mirror the questioning look in Xavin's eyes. Feeling her stomach muscles pull taunt as Xavin's thumbs brush in semi-circles against her skin, she tries to pull her back down into another kiss.
“Are you certain, love?” Xavin asks in little more than a whisper, and Karolina is smiling widely, kissing her back-and that, for Xavin, is answer enough.
And how strange it is, Karolina thinks, that she's had to travel two point five million light-years just to feel as if she belongs.
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Also I should write you something in return pick a lesbians
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Erm, you know how I feel about lesbians. Anything written by you would be fucking amazing. I'd go with "anything!" but I know how you hate making decisions, so K/L. Pls.
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