goodglrlwrath:

                          ^{the kiss is warm,  like coming home;  distinct & oh so real.  this isn’t a dream,  there’s no fuzzy edges,  no blurry faces.  it’s crystal clear;  DANGEROUSLY intimate.  it has her whole form on fire;  set alight from her lips,  lips that collide perfectly with her own,  dancing;  moving tentatively,  then hungrily – eager for more;  ready for more.  she’s waited all this time,  dreamt of what it might feel like to kiss the girl she had been fantasizing about for all these years.}

                         ^{but through heavy lids,  she can see audrey pulling away  ( maybe this is a dream after all.  perhaps this is the point she wakes up,  clutching her sheets;  catching her breath. )     ‘ whaa ? ‘     freshly kissed lips part as she tries to gather her thoughts;  focus on what audrey is saying.     ‘ oh. ‘     an airy giggle pierces the silence accompanied with a smile.     ‘ i don’t need it. ‘     one hand palms audrey’s left cheek,  her lips finding solace on the other’s jawline where she places a single,  open mouthed kiss on pale skin;  tongue darting out for just the smallest taste.}

_{emma’s   close   and   suddenly   she’s   become   all   too   aware   of   just   how   warm   she   feels,   still   dressed   in   the   usual   skinny   jeans   &   hoodie   combination   she’d   arrived   at   the   girl’s   house   in.   she   doesn’t   have   too   much   time   to   think   about   it   before   emma’s   dismissing   the   bra   all   together   —   ‘   —   oh,   ‘   she   breathes   out   in   agreement,   echoeing   emma   in   a   way   except   her   own   voice   is   much   heavier   as   it   dawns   on   her   fully   just   what   emma   means.} 

_{‘    god,   emma   —   ‘   it’s   her   turn   for   a   quiet   gasp   to   escape   her,   fingers   curling   tighter   around   a   small   waist   when   lips   and   tongue   graze   her   jaw   //   head   tips   back   slightly   and   her   own   hands   reach   around   to   the   small   of   emma’s   back,   pulling   her   closer.   ‘   we   should   —   maybe   we   should   lay   down.   ‘   there’s   a   lazy   grin   on   her   lips   as   she   exhales   heavy,   fingers   trailing   the   skin   above   emma’s   waistband,   where   her   back   curves. ’   —   really   don’t   want   your   mom   to   wonder   what   we’re   doing   up   here —   ’}