original: if i'm here and you're there, then how do i get to where you are?
if i'm here and you're there, then how do i get to where you are?
how can things go back to normal after you’ve discovered that her lips are soft and her mouth tastes like honey and something faintly bitter? original. pg13. 476 words.
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It’s easy she thinks as she kisses her again and pushes her back up against the wall.
It’s easy. I just let go.
Let go. Walk away. Nothing too it.
Nothing too it at all. She brushes her hand across her shoulder and buries it in her hair, all the while never allowing their lips to break contact.
This is ridiculous. She knows it is. She knows it’s wrong. Because she’s known this girl for two years and all the while she’s been there. Her friend. The one she turns to when things get too heavy, too big to handle on her own.
And now she’s still there. But there is a very different place to where it was yesterday and she wonders where it will be tomorrow.
Far far away from here.
Because how can you come back from something like this? How can things go back to normal after you’ve discovered that her lips are soft and her mouth tastes like honey and something faintly bitter? Because they’re things you definitely should not know about your best friend.
So walk away. Walk. Away.
Because maybe it’s not too late just yet. Maybe if she walks away now then tomorrow they’ll succeed in make-believing that this never happened. Because pretence would be better than nothing, right?
But if they keep heading in the direction they’re travelling now then nothing, and no amount of pretending will erase this moment from her mind.
She drops her lips and places barely-there kisses across a bony collarbone and the other girl lets out a deep breath and tilts her neck slightly to allow her better access.
And it’s the moment when she feels cool hands slip under the hem of her shirt and begin running faintly up and down the sensitive skin of her back that she realises. It’s too late.
Wherever there was yesterday it certainly doesn’t reside there any longer. And tomorrow it will be in a completely different place entirely. There’s nothing she can do about that. No amount of running or repressing or “let’s pretend this never happened” will change that. It’s out of her control.
But what she does have is this, is here. What she does have is the feel of moist lips caressing her temple and the sounds exhaled hazily when she touches her in just the right spot.
So she surrenders. She forgets. She grabs hold of now and here and makes them shiver and ache and beg for just a little more.
And then she walks out the door.
And as she looks back and her eyes make contact with the girl who still hasn’t moved from her position with her back pressed against the wall, she thinks. That maybe, wherever in the world there happens to be tomorrow morning, maybe it’s worth chasing. Maybe it’s worth travelling that distance.
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