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fadingdagger · 2 years ago

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this is so sweet ugh i’m in tears

Truth or Dare

young!Larissa x young gorgon!fem!reader

summary: You get invited to a sleepover at Morticia and Larissa’s room where, in a game of truth or dare, you have to face your feelings about Larissa.

warnings: fluff, snakes (but they're cute we love them), characters are over 18

word count: 3.4k

a/n: I had a dream similar to this the other night so fuck it; high school love confessions.

Your last class of the day on Friday runs late, your legs bounce anxiously under your desk as you’re waiting for class to end. You’re counting down the extra 10 minutes Ms Thomas said she’d keep everyone in for so you can finally head back to your room and get ready for the night ahead of you. You’ve been invited to the sleepover Morticia Frump and her roommate Larissa Weems host every year before summer vacation for a few of their closest friends in Ophelia Hall. You’re pretty sure you wouldn’t have made the cut this year either if mixing between the halls was allowed but since Morticia had a falling out with some of her friends this year, you have no clue who or why but heard the gossip of course, you were one of the few people in your hall who was still on good terms with either of them. It wasn’t like if you were besties, but you did sit next to Larissa in Gorgon Anatomy II. this year and were friends to the extent one can be friends with someone they only meet in class every day.

After class, you’re practically running to your dorm, with less than an hour to spare before dinner. You’re packing your backpack frantically while trying to decide which one of your pyjamas is the most sleepover appropriate and whether Morticia thinks their little event is fancy enough for a light makeup to be mandatory.

“You know they don’t really care if you go, right?” Your roommate says lazily lying on her bed, throwing a ball at the ceiling and then waiting for it to fall back into her hands.

You know very well, but what nobody knows is that you would do anything to spend more time with Larissa before graduation. You’ve long been mesmerised by the beautiful, tall, blonde girl, and sitting next to her every single day this year only made you crave her proximity even more. “I know. I know...” You let out a fake laugh. “And it’s not like I care so much about this stupid party anyway.” You’re a bad liar, a very bad one, so you secretly hope your friend doesn’t see right through you.

The two of you sit in silence at dinner and walk back to your dorm without a word.

“One of your snakes is peeking out.” The girl warns you as you’re about to leave. “Don’t let the girls escape while you’re there, Morticia’s friends would probably freak out and kick you out. Such drama queens.” She adds, rolling her eyes as you fix your headscarf.

You know she’s right, but you also know you’re not going for Morticia, so whatever she thinks is totally irrelevant. Or at least you try to convince yourself of that while you make your way to their dorm. You hover in front of their door for a minute, pacing up and down the hallway in attempt to calm yourself before you finally decide to knock. The sound of your knuckles hitting the hard wooden door echoes through the still corridor, and you swear you can hear your heart racing in your chest.

“Deep breaths.” You whisper to remind yourself. Larissa invited you, she must want you here if she invited you.

The door finally opens, revealing Larissa in a matching silk pyjama set. “Y/n!” A smile creeps on her face at your sight. “I’m delighted you came.” She adds, the two of you staring one another before she holds a hand out for you to take. “Come on in.” Her long fingers delicately lock themselves around your hand as you slip it into hers.

She pulls you into the room, showing you around her side as you awkwardly say hello to the others, all three girls sitting on the bed in the middle of the room way too invested in whatever Morticia is talking about to actually notice your arrival. Your and Larissa’s hands are still entwined when she leads you to a floor to ceiling window on her side, pushing it open to reveal a tiny balcony, barely enough to fit one person.

“This is where I come when I’m annoyed by Morticia.” Her voice is quiet, but a mischievous smile appears on her lips. “Or when she has Gomez over.” She adds, briefly giving a disgusted glare to her roommate.

“You don’t like him? He seems nice enough to me.” The two of you have never really talked about personal things before but you’ll gladly listen to anything she has to say. Your opinion on Gomez doesn’t differ from that on any other guy; they’re all a waste of time. Girls are much more interesting anyway. And they’re more beautiful. And smarter. And kinder. And softer.

Her forehead wrinkles in thought before she answers. And even then, her voice is quite shaky. “He’s okay. I don’t really care for boys, though. Never have.”

Your heart skips a beat. Did she really say that? Did she mean what you think she meant? Suddenly you’re hyper aware of everything around you. Morticia and her friends giggling behind you, the wind blowing into your face as you stand in the doorway between the room and the balcony, Larissa still holding your hand. You never thought she could feel even similarly about girls as you do, but now so many things she’s done make sense. Out of all the free desks, she sat down next to you in September, she always arrived way ahead of time to class and always asked you about homework or a test or the material from the previous class. She was so excited when she invited you to their sleepover last week that she could barely talk slowly enough for you to understand what she was saying. You thought she was just amped up about the sleepover itself, it’s not every day the teachers in charge of the different halls allow such activities but now it seems maybe her enthusiasm had nothing to do with the event of the night. She’s hot, she’s tall and she’s a lesbian.

A hiss rings in your ear. You pay no attention to it, sometimes when you’re too excited or on edge your snakes react to the change in your emotions. But then you notice Larissa staring down at you, her eyes wide with panic and a frown forming on her lip so as much as you hate to let go, you break away from her firm grasp. You run your fingers along the edge of your scarf, finding one of your snakes poking her head out from under the tightly secured cloth at last and tucking her back in quickly. Your cheeks turn crimson in embarrassment.

“Sorry.” You say, avoiding looking into Larissa’s eyes. Others are afraid of gorgon’s snakes, rightfully so, but your snakes have never had as much power as others’ do so consequently they’re much easier to manage. “They do that when I’m nervous.”

You can hear the other girl taking a breath to say something but Morticia’s words hit you from behind before she could speak. “This is not going to be a fun party if you two just stand there you know. Please join us and let’s play something.” She whines, dramatically falling on her back and throwing her hands in the air.

The both of you make your way to the huge bed in the middle of the room and join the others, settling down next to each other.

“Rissa and I always push our beds together when we gave these little soirées. Makes it more fun.” Morticia explains, sitting up and whipping out a plastic water bottle from between their pillows. “We always play truth or dare. Rissa hates it because she’s bad at it.” She adds, poking at Larissa’s arms teasingly.

“I’m not bad at it. I just think it’s stupid because you know everyone’s gossip anyway and just want to make fun of people.” She rolls her eyes at the dark haired girl next to her. “And we’re 18, truth or dare stopped being even remotely fun around 14 darling.”

“Well, I like it.” Morticia protests, probably offended by Larissa’s suggestion. “And I’m going to start.” She says, grabbing the bottle and spinning it.

The game is pretty uneventful. A few truth and about just as many dares occur but nothing too wild. One of Morticia’s friends has to yell out the window, the other must tell the story of her first kiss in detail, Larissa somehow manages to on tell the vaguest stories whenever she’s on, you are dared to run a lap around the hall without your dorm mom noticing and Morticia has to share something she’s embarrassed of, probably choosing a story that still includes Gomez Addam because all her stories do but you’re not really paying attention. Every moment you’re not actively doing a quest you’re sneaking looks at Larissa. She’s beautiful.

Somehow an hour passes and the game starts to get boring, even to Morticia so she states she’ll spin one last time before the game ends. It should come as no surprise the last spin lands on you, that’s your luck, leaving Morticia in charge of your assignment. Tired of sharing your private stories you choose dare.

Evidently, she thinks hard about her last opportunity to embarrass you. “Kiss someone in the room.” She grins, probably proud of her idea. You look around, her friends giggling.

“There’s no way I’ll let you kiss me.” One girl states. Disgust on her face. “What if you stone me? I’m not risking that.”

“Neither am I. Absolutely no chance. I have a boyfriend anyway.” The other chimes in. Like you would even want to kiss her.

There’s no way you’ll be kissing Morticia. She’s gorgeous, truth be told, but it’s going to be a no.

“I guess you’re stuck with me.” Larissa chuckles awkwardly.

“Yeah, I guess...” Your heart skips a beat as you imagine kissing her. You’ve never let yourself think about her like that before. You turn your whole body in her direction and place a small kiss on her lips before you could overthink and try to find a way out. Your heart feels like it could explode any second, your limbs shake restlessly, and you can’t bear even the thought of looking at Larissa after.

“That was the most boring kiss ever. I wouldn’t even count it as a kiss.” Morticia says, unenthusiastically sighing. “You two bores should stay here while the girls and I sneak down the cafeteria to steal some snacks. Make up a lie about where we are if anyone notices.” She adds, skipping off the bed and immediately heading out the door with her friends following closely behind.

An uncomfortable silence lingers between the two of you.

“I’m sorry about that.” You sigh, lying down on the bed to let your arms and legs get relief from the tenseness they’ve been stuck in for the past minute or so. Your limbs are scattered all around.

She joins you, you feel the mattress bend under her and finally gather up the courage to glance in her direction. “Don’t be.” She says with a warm smile, the corners of her eyes turned up along her perfect lips. “I didn’t mind. At all.” She reaches her hand your way from across the bed, the fingertips of your index fingers softly pressing together at the crack between the two mattresses. “I quite liked it, to be honest.”

Your eyes are set on each other’s profiles, carefully exploring every last feature on the other’s face. You start from her eyebrows, her thin, rounded eyebrows, moving on to her deep blue, almond shaped eyes. She must have flaws, everyone does, but in this sacred moment you fail to see any of them. Your eyes stop on her nose, wondering if she’s ever felt self-conscious of it, its unique silhouette making her the most divine thing you’ve ever set your eyes on. You feel your cheeks blush as her lips enter your vision, but now that you’ve been spirited enough to observe them, you’re not planning on letting them out of your sight any time soon.

“I think I like you.” You blurt out, taking a leap of faith. “I mean I like like you.. you know. I’ve liked you for a while now.” You feel surprisingly safe admitting your feelings out loud.

“I like like you too, y/n.” Her smile lines are accentuated as her mouth turns to a wide grin.

You’re not sure how long you spend in this blissful moment, but the next thing you know, the door rips open, and Morticia marches in.

“We got caught.” She cries out. “So we don’t get to stay up past curfew. On a Friday. I’d much rather be buried alive than have everyone at this school know my slumber party ended before 10 PM so if any of you tell anyone about this you’re dead. Rissa please be so kind and help get the mattresses we borrowed from the extra dorms from under the bed. Thank you dear.” By this time you’re both sitting at an uncomfortably big distance from each other and Larissa immediately stands up to do as her roommate told her. She drags three mattresses out from under the beds, setting two up on Morticia’s side of the room and one on hers.

You’re surprised by how easily Morticia has accepted that the party is over, plopping a pillow and a comforter she got from her closet on each makeshift bed. Maybe you don’t know everything about her but it’s really none of your business regardless so you don’t say a word and head to climb onto your mattress. This is definitely not how you expected this evening to go, imagining staying up until 2 AM, drinking terribly cheap booze Morticia sneaked past your dorm mom and spending more time with Larissa, much more.

The events of the night replay in your head once the lights are turned off. You can’t stop thinking about your last conversation with Larissa before the others came back. She likes you. Not only is she into girls but she’s into you. You wouldn’t believe it if you hadn’t heard it with your own two ears but you had so you must. Minutes pass, your thoughts still focused on Larissa. She’s sleeping no more than an arm's length away from you, and she likes you.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

“Y/n” Larissa whispers, kneeling down next to you, what seems like more than an hour after you’ve all gone down for the night. “Let’s talk.” Apparently, she hasn't been sleeping. Neither have you.

She rises, her six-foot-three figure standing tall above you. Moving away from your side she proceeds to open the window to the balcony as you stumble out of bed and get on your feet. She lays a blanket down outside, dropping down onto it. You follow. You barely fit onto the tiny balcony together. Both of your legs pulled up, but they seem to fit like the pieces of a puzzle.

“Sorry about how the party ended. It’s usually not like this but Morticia has gotten into trouble a few times already this year because she always sneaks Gomez in and now she’s terrified she’ll be kicked out so when they got caught she probably panicked and agreed to give up her party right away.”

“It’s fine. I only came because of you anyway.” You admit, trying to feel out where she’s going with this balcony rendezvous by resting a hand on her knee.

Her eyes practically light up. “You did?” She mutters in disbelief.

“Of course.” Who else could you possibly care about when you know she’ll be there?

“You’re the first person I’ve ever invited to any of these parties.” Her confession surprises you as much as yours did her.

You’re thinking out loud. “But there’s always quite a few people.”

“They’re all Tish’s friends.” Her fingers start tenderly stroking your leg, her touch feeling heavenly against your skin. “This is the first time I actually cared about who we invited because I wanted you to be here.”

You don’t know what to say. She wanted you to be here. It’s a starry night. The moonlight dancing on your faces makes sitting so close to each other out on the balcony, more unfathomably extraordinary.

“Can I kiss you?” Larissa asks.

You nod, wanting nothing more than to be kissed by the drop-dead gorgeous Larissa Weems. “Yes, please.”

She shifts as close to you as she just can. Her lips crash onto yours before you can even process what’s happening. You let her tongue make its way into your mouth, exploring it while you nearly melt into the sweetness of her breath. You don’t even dare blink until she takes your swollen lower lip between her teeth, making you moan out at the sensation with your eyes shut as your hand slides from her knee to her waist, reaching under her silky shirt to ground yourself by making sure she’s real. She quickly gets on her knees, towering above you as she’s cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer to herself to make your lips meet again. Both of you run out of breath fast. You need to break away every now and then to steady your breathing and check in with the other.

Your head is swimming in a dizzying haze, her lips on yours feeling so much better than you ever could’ve imagined, but your snakes are awoken by your emotional high again. You can feel them slithering under your headscarf, and you know it’s only a matter of time before they figure out how to escape.

Larissa can probably see the concern on your face as you contemplate what to do because she drops down to sit on her heels. “What’s wrong?” She inquiries, running her hand over your cheek.

“Would you mind if I removed my scarf? I’m very excited about you and this whole thing so they can’t really be contained by a piece of cloth anymore. They won’t harm you. I promise.” You nervously wait for her answer, your fingers drawing circles on her thighs.

“Won’t I get stoned if I accidentally look one of them in the eye?” She asks, avoiding looking at you.

She’s right to ask. “No. My snakes have never turned any women to stone before. My parents say the belief that gorgon women like Medusa were cursed with their power to be taken revenge on was invented by misogynists to keep others in fear of us. I’ve personally never taken an interest in men platonically, romantically or sexually, and my family says the curse probably doesn’t affect me the same way as it does other gorgons. When I was younger, they thought the selectiveness of my snakes was a disease, but apparently, they just love women as much as I do.” You could talk about this for hours, it’s one of the coolest things about you. You’ve been told you can get too invested in telling the story to others but how could you not when even thinking about how the adoration you have for women makes you an exception to an over 2000 year old curse makes you jittery. “Sorry I’m ranting, the short answer is no.”

You can feel the other girl’s eyes on you the whole time you’re speaking. At first she doesn’t say anything and you’re afraid she still doesn’t trust you but then you can feel her run her fingertips around the edges of your headscarf, softly pulling the carefully tucked in fabric apart and letting it fall on your back. “That’s peculiar but like in the most fascinating way possible.” She remarks, her slender fingers taking hold of your chin and raising your head enough for you to be staring up at her. “I’m assuming this shouldn’t be an issue then.” She whispers into your ear as she starts placing tender kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your snakes let out seraphic hisses every time your skins come into contact, but she’s unbothered, focusing on getting her lips to cover as much as your skin with her pecks as possible.

“No it...” You whimper in answer as her lips settle at the arch of your neck, gently sucking on the sensitive skin. “It’s no issue at all.” You breathe out at last, into the night. Your hands bury themselves into her shiny platinum hair, tugging at strands of it as her mouth and hands move down your body to explore more of you.

a/n: If you couldn’t tell I’m obsessed with details so this ended up being a lot longer than anticipated, I hope you like it though because I do. Also idk how the ask box thing works but I’m 99% sure I opened mine so if anyone has any Larissa fic ideas hit me up and I might try writing more if I vibe with the theme because I really enjoy writing and I’ve got a month until my classes start again.

#larissa weems fanfic #please read!#this is so god damn cute #the power of gay!

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fadingdagger · 2 years ago

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of artemis and hera - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (maybe more fem! bc r is quite maternal, but no pronoun/name/gendered term for reader)

summary: aftermath of the crackstone incident and larissa’s poisoning, from the perspective of a nevermore teacher and larissa’s spouse

warnings: angst and pain <3 but it’s all flashbacks, near death, paranoia/anxiety, hurt/comfort (emphasis on comfort)

note: title comes from mythology; artemis is considered the protectress of children, while hera is the protectress of women. also tell me that picture isn’t literally larissa and morticia

italics are flashbacks

i counted each head twice, saying their names to myself to check them off my mental list. all 30 of my students, here and accounted for. safe and alive. scanning over them once more, i could see their patience wearing thin as i took up their free time before lights-out.

“alright my little archers, be free,” i dismiss with a wave of my hand, watching as they rush off to their rooms. my heart cracking a little as i see a few look back at me, gentle smiles sent my way. i count as each one disappears into their own room or a friend’s, noting who went where as they shut their doors, knowing i would knock for lights out.

five minutes before lights out, and i have been standing here this whole time. for an hour i have stood in place, watching the hallway, listening for any cries of help. none ever came, just like every other night before this one. slowly, i force myself to move, knocking on each door twice, “lights out.”

once the children of apollo hall were safely tucked away into their rooms, i slowly made my way back to my shared quarters. once in the room, i lean against the door, tucking my hand behind myself to lock it. a deep breath leaves my lungs, the tension in my shoulders lessens slightly. every night was like this. ever since the night marilyn reanimated crackstone, when they both had attacked my children, the same night she drove a syringe of nightshade into larissa’s neck.

the children were crying, running, screaming. my babies, my sweet babies. fire scorched the lawns and trees, the banners hanging from the walls becoming ash within seconds. sprinting through the halls, i watched older students and teachers leading others out, some of my own students yelling my name as they passed me. i was frantic, checking every room to leave no child behind, i could never live with myself if i lost one of my children. finding no one in ophelia or apollo hall, i finally process what, rather who, had been missing.

larissa.

she wasn’t with the other teachers. she hadn’t been in the quad, or in any of the halls. i needed to see her, i need to hold her, i needed her. i saw coach vlad and ran to him, dodging children as i moved, “have you seen larissa?! where’s larissa?!” i yelled over the rampage, but he only shook his head.

turning away from him, i begin running outside in hopes larissa is elsewhere. on my way i see jia, a young vampire from my hall, and without hesitation i grab her arm and pull her with me. i see a group of students heading towards the gates. lowering myself to her eye level, i cup her cheek and say, “go with them, stay together and stay safe, okay?” she nods and sprints to the others.

running back toward the school, i begin to go to the only place i hadn’t checked, the conservatory. this was my last chance, the only place she could be. i picked up my pace, running as fast as i possibly could, skipping over steps as i barreled to my destination. opening the door, i see that the room is empty, messy, but empty. i step in further, as i do i hear a faint gasp. turning my head towards the sound, i see a grey sleeve and a pale hand. the very hand i’ve held, the very hand with a ring matching my own.

dropping to the floor beside her, i place my hands on her neck, “larissa, i’m here sweetheart,” her eyes hold terror, “baby, you have to stay with me, okay? you have to keep looking at me with your beautiful eyes, and never stop, okay?” she only blinks rapidly, her breathing ragged. i don’t remember screaming for help, or the paramedics pulling me away, or my hitting of the paramedics as the tried to take her away from me, but i was filled in later on, finally understanding the bruises on hands and arms.

the next week had been spent without a wink of sleep, sitting in a stiff hospital chair next to larissa’s bedside. the antidote for the poison had been locked away in the botanical storages, hidden, but easy to find if marilyn had needed it. by the time they had found the antidote, larissa’s heart had already stopped twice.

forced to endure a week of waiting for her to either come back to or leave me, i found myself thinking about the latter. what would i do? what sort of life could i live without her? would that even be a life? thoughts of a life without her consumed me from the inside out, it wasn’t until i heard a raspy, sore groan.

every thought left my mind other than one, her. i was up and by her side before she had even opened her eyes. i stayed silent and still, watching as her face contorted from the brightness. her eyes opened, darting around the ceiling as she regained her bearings. she turns her head in my direction, looking at me so softly, so much pain in her eyes, and i just can’t stand it. tears fall freely, she was breathing, blinking, her heart was beating.

“no, no,” her voice was so weak, barely perceptible. her soft hand rises to my cheek, thumb wiping my tears. she breathes deeply and clears her throat, “don’t cry.”

“they’re happy tears, baby. don’t worry about me. you’re alive. you’re safe. everything is okay now,” my words, though directed towards her, were just as much for me. as long as her heart is beating, everything is okay.

all these months later, and the fear still lingered. a pattern had developed. every night, an hour before lights out, dorm parents were to do a head count, then send students to bed. five minutes before lights out, a reminder. the time between usually was once spent grading, but now i stayed at my post. guarding the hallways from invisible, intangible enemies. enemies made from my fear and anxiety.

“darling, that you?” a voice of honey spoke from the bedroom, soothing me further, bringing me in.

“nope, total stranger,” i reply as i walk up behind her, bringing my hand around to tilt her chin up. now with her beautiful face looking at me, i place a gentle kiss to her lips as she chuckled at my quip. she was sat at her vanity, hair already released from its style, gently removing her makeup from the day. as i sat on the bed, i could only watch in adoration as she followed her routine.

“you were gone for quite some time, was something wrong?” she asked me, looking at me through the mirror. i only shook my head in response. “were you just guarding the hallway again?” i nodded. “the whole hour?” another nod.

she had grown used to this answer. most nights i would return between the count and final warning, but some nights, i stood like a statue guarding the children. she knew if i could, i would individually tuck in each and every nevermore student and read them a story if it meant they slept knowing they were cared for.

when larissa had been cleared from the hospital, all she wanted was to sleep and be held, and i was more than happy to oblige. every night i held her as if she could disappear at any moment, like she’d evaporate or i would wake up and it was all a cruel dream. holding her as she fell asleep, i lay soft kisses against her shoulder and neck, whispering to her all the love in my heart. i often didn’t sleep more than a couple hours each night, giving into my dreams just before sunrise, waking when larissa’s alarm rang. protecting the children was my sworn duty, but protecting larissa, my sun, moon, and stars, that was everything.

“sweetheart,” she turns in her seat to face me, hands on her knees, “i know you’re not sleeping, and all this time you could be resting, you’re standing guard.”

“riss, i’m fine. i just need to make sure they’re safe,” my voice cracks, just in the slightest. she notices. “and to make sure you’re safe,” her face falls.

she comes closer, crouching before me. her warm hands on my knees help ground me, “i’m right here, i’m safe.” that’s what we thought before, i want to say, and she knows. she always knows what i’m going to say. “nothing, and i mean nothing, will ever take me away from you. come hell or high water, i’m staying right by your side. i meant it at that nasty motel in burlington,” i huff a laugh at the memory, “i meant it at the alter, and i mean it now. and no one will ever harm the children, ever. they are safe, angel. so am i. you can rest.”

my forehead drops to hers, my eyes closing, “i’ll always protect you. i promised you that at the alter, and i meant it. you are everything, larissa.” her lips find my cheek, lingering there.

“you can’t protect me, or them, if you’re exhausted. you love them and me so much, we all know that my love. but we all love you too, and i don’t think any of us want to watch you destroy yourself. not even if it’s in good faith.”

i groan and drop my head to her shoulder, pressing my face into her neck, “why are you always right?”

she laughs as her hands slide up my thighs, gripping lightly, “i’m not, i’m just telling you the truth. you are so loved by the students. even more loved by me. if you think i’d let you hurt yourself like this, you have me confused with someone else entirely.”

i lift my face from her neck, looking her in the eyes now. eyes that had always help safety and warmth in them, despite the icy blue. my hands moved to her hair, loose from pins now, i lazily twirl the soft hair around my fingers. she’s so soft, everything about her. her eyes, her hair, her voice, just her. the way she looked at me, never harsh, never with disgust or hate, something i hadn’t experienced before her. the way she held me was even sweeter, her hold was never overbearing or painful, only gentle and grounding. i loved her, and she loved me.

“shall we retire for the night?” she whispers, as if to not interrupt by thoughts. i only nod, not wanting to break this precious moment, a moment filled with only her. larissa moves away to let me stand from the bed and change, as she leaves to the bathroom. once in old sleep shorts and oversized t-shirt, i follow my beloved. she hands me my toothbrush, toothpaste already applied. i brush my teeth as she stands behind me, smoothing my hair, gently detangling any knots with nimble fingers.

back in the bedroom, i race ahead of her and jump onto the bed. i lay flat on my back, arms and legs out like a starfish, making grabby hands towards my wife.

“i am not do-”

“yes you are.”

“absolutely no-”

“larissa.”

she sighs, accepting defeat. she slides off her slippers, and crawls onto the bed, and lays down on top of me. my legs and arms wrap around her immediately, like a loving venus flytrap. she always found it weird that i liked holding her like this, but there was something so peaceful in the way she surrounded me. the feel of her, the way she smells, her heart beating with mine, the weight of her against me.

“do you hate being able to breathe or something?” she mumbles from her spot under my jaw. i laugh, massaging her scalp with my fingers.

“no, but i do hate being far from you, this is about as close as it gets,” i feel her lips press against my neck, “don’t be a perv,” she laughs.

i bring a hand up, tucking hair of moonstone and jasmine behind her ear, tracing her jaw. she sits up suddenly, startling me a bit. one had holds her above me, the other lays in the middle of my chest.

“i love you. please, for the love of the gods, just take care of yourself too,” she pats my chest between each word at the end.

“i will, but i’ll always take care of you first,” i pull her back down to me, already saddened by the distance between us, “i love you.”

she presses a kiss to my jaw, stretching up to catch my lips. my hands fly to her neck, pulling her closer, needing her closer. her arms holds her up again, her free hand holding my waist tightly. her lips glide with mine, all of our love for each other being pour into the kiss. my tongue slides over her lip, and she’s quick to let me in, but she’s not quick to give control. she pulls back, taking my bottom lip between her teeth. she comes back to my lips, and places a long, sound kiss on them, making me whine. she nuzzles her nose against my cheek, pressing a soft kiss there, before taking residence in the crook of my neck again.

“go to sleep, i’ll still be right here in the morning.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time,” tiredness flowed through my voice, sleep easily taking over in my comfort with her.

“you are unbelievable,” she grumbles, “go to sleep, please,” she finishes her demand with a wet kiss to my neck.

“anything for you.”

i’m not sure i like this one much, i spent a long time on it, probably way too much. mostly bc i like to add A Lot of details and i had to go back and dial that shit back lol.

feedback is appreciated <3

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