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𝒜𝒜𝒜 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝟣: 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎

I Get So Jealous (BloodPotions)

They made it off the Road alive, but not unscathed. When Alice seeks help from her Coven with the Scars from her Curse, Jen insists she’s the person who can help her, better than anyone else, even Rio. Especially Rio.

Happy AAA Week everyone! Really wanted to contribute some Bloodpotions because I think they deserve more love. I pretty much put on Tegan and Sara and just went at it for this one.

Divider from @bernardsbendystraws

Content/Warnings: Mention of Injury and tending to wounds, Alice has Trauma Jen has PTSD they’ve all been through it, Jealousy makes people mean sometimes, Hurt/Comfort, YE OLDE WHUMP

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It started just a few days after they left the Road. A hot, singing pain in her shoulder, where the deep scar of her broken curse sat, pulsating on waves of pain.

Alice lay in her bed, her own, warm bed, safely at home, far, far away from the recording studio on the Road, from the fire and the curse. And yet all she could do was writhe and shake until the episode was over, the memories flashing before her eyes like highway lights.

If she could trust the clock on her phone, all of that had taken merely a few seconds.

The next morning, she dropped her mug of boiling hot tea in a cry of pain, curling up on her tiled kitchen floor, the faint, blood curdling cries of the curse being broken rushing through her ears. The beat of the ballad drumming in her ears was suffocating. That time, it took hours until the phantom pain was truly gone. And Alice knew she had to do something about it.

All of them had returned back to the real world with scars of their own.

Lilia looked like she had fought off a whole forest of wild animals, which, in a way she had. There was a bite mark on her leg where the Salem Seven wolf had sunk its teeth into her, and a gnarly scar above her right eye where the crow had pried at her face. But she held her head high nonetheless.

Billy seemed even paler than before, and a lot of Coven meetings were spent on reassuring the poor boy that they all forgave him. He was more determined than ever to learn and practice his magic, so something like the Road could never happen ever again. But there was the unmistakable emptiness in his eyes that you only saw in a kid that had seen things it shouldn’t have.

Agatha‘s arms and chest were littered in thin, black tendrils, the remains of Death Magic entering her body, even for just a moment. However, she seemed to be the only one who approached the change with a sense of pride. The next time Alice stopped by the Bohner residency, Agatha wore a low cut shirt, sleeves rolled up to show off her newest battle scars, including a single, dark purple hickey sitting right between her collarbones, between dark tendrils of black on her skin. Whatever consequences her short encounter with Death (actual Dying, not whatever her and Rio had going on) had, the two had certainly figured out their differences since.

Jen did a good job at pretending everything was fine, after all, she made it out unscorched, unlike her coven members. But the first night back, when they’d all collectively decided to crash at Agatha‘s place, the potions witch had cried in her sleep. Curled up on Agatha‘s (technically Ralph Bohner‘s?) worn out couch, sharing a thin blanket with Lilia, her body had shaken with gasps and sobs, tears staining her makeshift sleep mask.

Billy, the poor, exhausted boy, was out cold on the floor besides Alice, and Lilia slept with ear plugs. But Alice had heard her, and the sound wrapped around her heart like a cold, clamping fist.

One of Jen‘s hands had fallen off the edge of the couch. And silently, carefully not to wake her up, Alice had reached for it, fingers lacing through Jen‘s, thumb running little circles over the back of her hand. Even before falling asleep on an old couch after the wildest adventure of their lives, Jen had somehow found lotion for her hands, the skin soft to the touch, smooth underneath Alice‘s callused fingertips.

She‘d held her hand until the crying stopped, and then she kept holding it as Alice herself drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, neither of them said a word of it, and if anyone else noticed, they did not mention it either. But, Alice knew that Jen, too, suffered from what they’d been through on the road. She was just determined not to let it show.

A luxury that the younger woman sadly didn‘t have.

The day after her second episode in the kitchen, Alice texted their coven group chat, and got in her car to drive out to the Bohner House again.

They assembled around the kitchen Island, each of them a steaming hot drink in hand (Black Tea for Agatha and Lilia, peppermint for Rio, hot cocoa for Billy and Alice, Jen had bought herself a matcha on the way here).

As Rio was stirring a mysterious stew boiling on the stove, Alice explained what had happened.

„Has anyone else been getting … pains?“, she glanced at Agatha, once again sporting a shirt that showed off her newest scars, and the marks of teeth right underneath her right ear, to Lilia, who tried her best to cover up the scar on her brow with powder, but to no avail.

„It feels like I‘m being cursed all over again.“

„You‘re not“, Rio turned around at that, her tone unusually serious. She hadn’t talked a lot to the other coven members since the reveal of her true identity. It was just somewhat of a big, deadly elephant in the room. But the other night Alice had sent her a meme about a succulent, and Rio had replied with a blurry selfie of her laughing.

Now she stood across the kitchen island, dark eyes fixed on Alice not menacingly, but with genuine concern, brow furrowed in deep thought. Even Agatha seemed surprised at the deity’s intensity

„Your curse was broken when it burned out, I felt it die.“ Her dark eyes found Alice‘s shoulder, like she could see right through the fabric of her shirt at the scorched skin. Ever since the Spirit Trial, Alice‘s scar had taken a slight purple colour, something the entire coven tried hard to just never point out.

Suddenly, Agatha was extremely busy playing with her hair, shuffling ever so slightly behind her partner.

„You said you can hear the cries of the breaking curse? And the ballad we sang?“ Rio asked, and Agatha opened her mouth to interrupt, but The Green Witch merely had to lift a single finger in her direction to shut her up.

Besides Alice, Jen watched the interaction with a smirk on her face. „I think I like having her around.“

Eyes darker than the woods at night rested on Jen. Rio’s stare was unreadable yet intent, and part of Jen wished she’d just stayed quiet. Right beside The Green Witch, Agatha smirked at her like Jen just got caught taking the last cookie in the jar without asking.

„Either way“, The Green Witch’s voice was sharp and left no room for further bickering, from either side of the table, „If there are remains of the Curse still stuck to Alice“ - Jen noticed the shorter girl next to her flinch at the words. She wanted nothing more than to wrap an arm around her, but Rio‘s unreadable, sharp gaze on her stopped her - „The only thing I can think of to help is-“

„Cleansing“, Agatha finished.

„Like an exorcism?“ Billy chimed in.

Lilia shuddered in horror, then swatted him gently on the back of the head. „Goodness, Teen, we are not the Catholic Church!“

„And we aren’t dealing with an active possession either“, Agatha added on, matter of factly, „The curse itself has been defeated, as you may remember. What is happening to Alice right now, I believe to be a dissonance of energy. Blood magic that has existed only in tandem with a curse now left on its own. We need to scrape out the last bit of cursed energy, so her own power can take up the newly acquired space safely.“

A deep cleaning of Alices magical potential. Purification of her scar. A straight forward, but powerful healing process.

“I’ll do it.“ All eyes landed on Jen. Almost surprised at herself, she bit her lower lip. „I may not be able to ease the pain, but if the problem is a dissonance of energies, I can mix up a cleansing oil. Something to purify the scar of the remnants of foul energy.“

At that, her eyes pointedly glared at Agatha, whose jaw immediately tightened.

„Foul energy? Come on Kale, now that’s low even for you!“

Jennifer felt her jaw tense, leaning over the table ever so slightly, eyes narrowing. „Those are some brave words from the woman responsible for all of thi-“

„Now that that‘s taken care of,“ Lilia raised her voice before the two women could bicker any further, „I‘m going to excuse Billy and I. We have a Divination lesson to get to.“

As the Sicilian witch pulled Billy towards the living room by his sleeve, Alice turned to Jen. It was only now that she noticed how close they seemed to stand to each other, close enough that Alice had to tilt her head up slightly to find Jennifer‘s eyes.

A genuine, grateful smile curled her lips upwards as she rolled her shoulders backwards, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip, a nervous habit she just couldn’t shake off. All while Jen just stood there, watching her with that look in her eyes that made it impossible to know what was going through her head.

„Thank you“, Alice muttered, only now noticing the sweet scent of jasmine and honey radiating off Jen. She must be wearing a new perfume.

„It uhm.. you have no idea how much you‘re helping me.“

Jennifer‘s hand came up to her shoulder, the left, unharmed one. Her long, sleek fingers were adorned with golden rings, squeezing gently. The contact left Alice breathless. A silent, unspoken energy seemed to form around you, in the way it had that night Alice had reached for Jen‘s hand. The way it had on the road, when they had sat around the fireplace, Jen sitting close enough that Alice felt goosebumps rise on her skin. Just like now.

„If you ever need anything like that“, Jen said, her eyes flitting from Alice over to Rio, who was humming a made up tune while stirring her stew on the stove, not paying attention to them at all, „Just come to me directly. Don‘t-“ Jennifer swallowed, voice dropping low, „Don’t try to consult with Death. Just let me help you.“

„Alice?“, as if she had felt her name on their tongue, Rio suddenly appeared right behind the protection witch. Her hair was pulled up into a bun now, a scarf swung around her neck. The keys to Alice‘s Peugeot dangled off her fingers. „Are you still up for another driving lesson? I think I’m good enough to leave the parking lot today, and we have to buy new kibble for Scratchy on the way!“

And in the blink of an eye, Jen was gone. Her hand retreated from Alice‘s shoulder and she was already halfway to the door pulling her phone out of her purse. And all Alice could do was stand there, missing the warmth that Jen took with her. She swallowed, trying to push away the confusion bubbling up in her chest.

After a small sigh, she turned to Rio, snatching the car keys from her hand. „You are not leaving the parking lot yet, you can barely switch gears! I actually thought today I could teach you parallel parking.“

Agatha's guest bathroom was so small, even just two people standing inside felt crowded. Two weeks of intense research, growing rare and even extinct herbs in the greenhouse and a lot more trial and error than Jen would like to admit had passed. Finally, she’d gotten the mixture right, a small, tear drop shaped potions bottle resting against her palm, inside it a shimmering, mildly glowing oil. The labour of countless sleepless nights (actually it’s exactly 4, they ruined Jennifer’s beauty routine), of staying at the Bohner house way more than she liked to, of watching Alice teach Rio how to drive, how to use her phone, how to set up an E Mail and a Spotify account. All things that, in Jennifer’s opinion, should have been Agatha’s job.

But right now, Rio wasn’t there for once, and it was just the two of them in this tiny, confined bathroom that you could barely turn around in without knocking something over.

Alice stood so close, Jen could smell the minty scent of mens sports deodorant.

She immediately wondered if Alice could smell the rosewater Jen wore on her pressure points, or the distinct scent of Dior perfume.

She couldn't help but wonder if she liked it or if she thought it was overwhelming. If the latter were the case, Jen would no doubt rub it off immediately, until her skin was raw and irritated. The thought hit her with unexpected might, and Jen had to clear her throat to ground herself in the moment. A sound that came out way sharper than intended.

Alice flinched, a more minimal movement of her shoulders, but Jen noticed nonetheless.

„I‘m sorry“, Jen immediately said, fumbling nervously with the freshly brewed potion in her hand. She’d taken weeks to perfect the serum, and yes, maybe she did consult Rio about the brew she‘d concocted one time, but only because she had to make sure it would be the best possible result for Alice.

Jen bit down on her own tongue. All for Alice.

„You need to take your shirt off“, her voice sounded rough even to herself, and Jen bit the inside of her cheek harshly. “So I can see better, I mean.“

Alice‘s eyes widened for a moment, mouth falling open just the slightest bit, before curling into one of those smiles she did where her nose scrunched up just a little.

„Chivalry is dead!“ she announced dramatically, „Gotta do everything myself these days!“

As the blood witch peeled herself out of her sweatshirt, Jen had to resist the urge to grab the distressed fabric and tear it off herself.

Underneath, Alice revealed a simple black tank top with thin strands. When she pulled the right strand off her shoulder to leave the scar tissue resting beneath it bare, Jen felt her stomach twist.

They were standing so close, tips of their shoes almost touching, their distinct scents mixing in the air. Alice had to tilt her head back to look Jen in the eye, a few strands of bright orange fringe peaking over her brow.

Jens hand twitched to brush it away, run her fingers over the pale skin on Alice‘s forehead, feel the warmth of the other girl beneath her fingertips.

However, before Alice could notice her twitching hand — or maybe because she did — the girl spun around in place. A little awkwardly, due to the constricted space, her hands found the cool surface of the sink, bent over just the slightest bit. Jen behind her stood completely unmoving, unable to do anything but stare at the woman in front of her, at the skin exposed, the slight arch of her back. She had forgotten how to breathe minutes ago.

Their eyes met in the mirror and Alice's face was as brightly red as Jen felt.

„Is this okay?“, Alice's voice was very quiet all of a sudden, and Jen must have stared at her utterly confused, because the short woman tapped her bare shoulder. „I mean, can you work like this?“

Work, yes. That was something Jen knew, something she wasn’t just good at, but marvellous. So, after a small shake of her head she rolled her shoulders back, focusing on the task at hand. The thing she knew for sure she could do for Alice. And, by all gods in the sky, she was going to do her best.

The scar was gnarly. Deep dark red and purple discolouration scorned her ivory skin, thick layers of scar tissue pushing up against each other. A satchel of memory permanently burned into her shoulder, a reminder of the road.

No, Jen thought, of her family curse. This scar run far deeper than any of the other coven members could understand. The original wound so old, the protection witch rarely ever talked about it.

Suddenly, Alice flinched.

Jen‘s hand pulled back immediately, biting her bottom lip as she stared at her own fingers. She hadn’t even realised her fingers had grazed the damaged skin.

„'M Sorry“, she mumbled, glancing down at the tips of her Birkenstocks apologetically. Not her favourite shoe, but enough as a slipper for inside the house.

„It‘s okay“, Alice voice was hoarse, but she gave Jen a small smile over her shoulder. „You‘re the expert here.“

Yes, right, the healing ointment.

Jennifer grabbed the small glass bottle that held a thick, swirling oil concoction.

„Since the wound itself is technically healed, it makes no sense to make you a potion“, she explained, shaking the bottle gently. The content began to shimmer, single particles of pale pink and gold catching the light. She pulled the cork out with a pop, the scent of roses filling the room.

Jen swallowed, her shoulders relaxing. This was her element, this was what she was good at. And god, did it feel good to be able to help Alice with her talents.

„So I made you an ointment to apply on the scar once a day. Massage it in thoroughly, and it should speed up the healing process and regenerate the skin. I also added some herbs to ward off evil, just in case. And some dried roses because they smell nice.“

And a dash of crushed gold leaf, but that was merely for aesthetic purposes. Because if Alice was going to glow from the inside out, her skin might as well reflect that.

Alice smiled to herself, watching Jen hold the small bottle in her hands, the golden manicure she‘d treated herself to coincidentally matching the treatment.

The younger witch swallowed, before shrugging slightly, as if to shake off some quiet thought she refused to share.

„I‘m gonna ask Rio to plant some roses in the backyard. I didn‘t know you used them for your potions!“

At the mention of the Green Witch, Jennifer‘s face soured, even just for a second. Ever since they had returned from the Road, had established this new, shared life with each other, Death seemed especially comfortable around Alice. Rio had been the one to task Jen to make a potion to relieve Alice of the Curses remaining aches, whenever Alice texted their group chat that she was on her way, Rio naturally began boiling water for Alice‘s favourite tea (Roibos Vanilla with a spoon of honey, Jen paid attention) and when Agatha had grown frustrated that besides Billy, only one of them had a functioning car, Rio had started to take those god damned driving lessons from Alice.

They had spent a lot of time together in and around their Coven‘s little home, and Jennifer would lie if she said it didn’t leave a sour taste in her mouth. And now, at Alice off handed comment, she bit her own tongue, hard enough to taste the metallic tang of her own blood, and just shook her head.

Rio already had Agatha, wasn’t that more than enough for her? That woman certainly was a handful.

„I have a stash with everything I need at home“, she simply said, giving the potion bottle in her hands one more shake, slightly more violent than necessary, before glancing back down at Alice‘s bare shoulder. Not exactly the perfect view to distract her from the tight knot in her chest, bit at least she had a task her.

Shifting back into focus, her eyes ran down the grey, thick scar tissue bulking from Alice‘s skin.

„Does it still hurt?“, despite being alone in the bathroom, Jen was whispering. The silence between them felt fragile yet sacred. Like a wordless spell of protection, wrapping them in their own little bubble. A moment where there was none of the tension Jen felt flimmering around her every time Rio sat next to Alice. Every time they excused themselves for a driving lesson. The last thing Jen wanted was to burst this moment. Cut through the air in the small bathroom that for once, only the two of them shared. No one else.

Alice sighed, shoulders rising and slowly falling again.

„No“, she replied just as quietly.

Jen looked up, searching for Alice's face in the mirror before her, but the shorter woman kept her eyes lowered. Her brows creased.

„I mean, I get this … phantom pain sometimes. Like it‘s still there, like … like its claws are still inside me.“

Chocolate brown eyes found Jens in the reflection. Jennifer‘s eyes were a deep but refined brown, like a rare piece of solid wood vintage furniture. Alice's eyes were a warm, all encompassing brown. Like a swirl of pure dark chocolate, or a tunnel underneath a mountain. Unspoken secrets hidden deep within them. Jen wanted to know them all, if Alice would just let her.

When their eyes met in the mirror, Jen felt her jaw clenching. Her breath came slow, the slightest breeze brushing over Alice's exposed skin. She saw the goosebumps rise, where the scarring gave into pale skin, purple veins hidden beneath.

Alice looked so vulnerable, Jen had the sudden urge to wrap her arms around her, pull the shorter girl's lean shoulders into her embrace and keep her there, far out of reach from any forms of demons, curses, conjured roads. Far away from Rio, who no matter how charismatic, was still Death incarnate. Away from Lilia‘s predictions of doom and despair, and god forbid, the furthest away from Agatha and Billy, and their raw, concentrated chaos magick.

But then she remembered the way Alice always made sure the plans at the Bohner house were watered when Rio was gone, the way she did her daily Italian lessons on Duolingo because Lilia „missed her mother tongue“, her little shoulder checks every time Billy successfully cast a spell. The way Alice drew salt circles around their little headquarters, made sure Agatha‘s bunny had a small protection spell on him whenever he roamed freely around the garden. The blood witch was a light to all of them, and the more she helped others, the brighter she seemed to shine. Jen could never take that away from her.

So she kept her hands to herself, dribbled a few drops of ointment into her palm before rubbing them together. The floral scent in the room intensified, and as the oil warmed up between her hands, a soft, pale pink glow rose from Jen‘s palms.

„The curse is gone“, she said after a long moment of silence.

When she glanced at Alice again in the mirror, the pink glow of her hands reflected in her deep dark eyes. Jennifer‘s stomach did a little flip at the sight.

„You survived, and you freed everyone who will come after you too.“

Glowing palms ghosted over the scar on Alice‘s shoulder, before her warm hand came to rest on the scorned skin.

The smallest gasp left Alice‘s lips at the contact, and at first, she flinched, before slowly leaning back into the touch.

„Thank you Jen," she whispered, breathing deeply. „It tingles but … it feels good.“

Slowly, Jen began to rub the ointment over Alice’s shoulder, working her way over her shoulder blade and down her back, up towards her neck, along every ridge and bump of scar tissue.

Alice was warm beneath her palms, her breathing slow and even as her eyes fluttered shut. Her head rolled over to her other shoulder, exposing her neck to the woman behind her.

So close, Jennifer could see the hair‘s on her neck dance as she breathed over them. Her hand stilled, resting right in the crook between Alice‘s shoulder and neck, where the Curse had struck the deepest.

„Alice“, Jen gasped, glancing up at her in panic, „I-“

The shorter girl interrupted her before Jen had time to think about what she was about to say.

„I wish you‘d just do it“, she murmured, keeping her eyes pressed shut, as if she was scared of what she‘d find in Jen‘s eyes.

Jen stared at her, mouth opening and closing multiple times without a sound coming out. Like a fish out of water.

„But“, finally her vocal strings complied, „I thought, I mean … Rio.“

At that, Alice turned around in her position. Her eyes were wide, mouth agape in disbelief, and the corners of her mouth were twitching, like she had to fight back a smile. „Jennifer Kale“, she said unexpectedly firm, „Excuse my choice of words, but what the fuck?“

Her hands found her hips, and she looked at Jennifer as if she‘d just exclaimed the sky was green, not blue. There was a slight sass in the melody of her voice, and all Jen could do was stare and listen.

„Rio? Who either doesn’t show up for days on end and when she does, its pretty much only to see Agatha? Who almost wrecked my car in the Walmart parking lot? Please“, a faint blush crept up Alice‘s face and she shook her head. „Did I tell you how Billy and I found her and Agatha making out in the Greenhouse the other day?“

Jennifer‘s eyes widened. „They did not!“

„They absolutely did. The poor boy was so embarrassed.“

Jen couldn’t help the laugh tumbling off her tongue, shaking her head at the scene in her head. Alice low, melodic chuckle joined her, and for a moment, they were just two women laughing together, without any of the tension Jen had cultivated between them.

But then, Alice quietened down, and she turned around again, facing away from Jen. Her gaze was focused downwards, but in the mirror, she could still see her furrowed brows.

There it was again, tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

Alice kept her eyes down. Her voice was low and raw, barely audible. When Jen noticed Alice‘s slight shiver, she instinctively reached up, placing her warm palm on her shoulder.

„The only reason I spend so much more time with Rio is because she almost took me. I was done for, Jen. I saw my own body on the floor, and Rio was there ready to take me to the other side. I died… I felt Death.“

Almost in perfect synchrony, they both swallowed. Jennifer‘s palm rubbed up and down Alice‘s shoulder gently, and a soft sigh escaped the shorter woman‘s mouth. Jen imagined she leaned closer into the touch.

„Rio spared me, and I still don‘t exactly know why. Maybe … maybe there was so much fight left, maybe it wasn’t my time. But still, I will forever be grateful for that. But,“ dark brown eyes caught Jennifer‘s in the mirrors reflection. Alice chin was raised, jaw tight. „That has nothing to do with anything going on between us, Jen. Rio was there for a very scary moment in my life, but she doesn’t make me feel like you do. And she doesn’t want to, either. We both know she only has eyes for Agatha. And I only have eyes for you.“

Jen stared at her like she had just been hit over the head with a shovel. Her palm on Alice‘s shoulder stilled, perfectly fitting into the slight crook. Like it was meant to be there.

Alice bit her lip. „There, I said it. I‘ve been looking at you for a long time now. Hell, I‘ve been nervous around you since we met, the first time the Coven assembled. You‘re gorgeous, confident, and you‘re the only one out of us who talks back to Agatha. You saved so many of our lives on the Road and you have beautiful lips that always look soft and when you stand behind me like this and I can feel your breath on my neck I … I just want you to lean in.“

And Jen did.

Her lips brushed over soft, warm skin cautiously, like she was scared to break it. Merely a small peck to her neck, barely enough to smudge Jennifer's tinted lip gloss. And yet, she felt the blood rush to her head.

A small, high pitched sigh that escaped Alice‘s throat. It washed over Jen like pure honey. So sweet, it was almost sickening.

Growing more courageous, Jen pressed another kiss to her neck, just slightly above the first spot. This time, her lips lingered in position, sucking the soft, heated skin between her teeth for the fragment of a second.

Alice whined, and Jen felt like she could get drunk on the sound. A hand came up to her head, short nails digging into her scalp as Alice pulled her further up. She turned her head to meet her face to face, and the next thing Jen knew, their lips met.

The angle was less than perfect, Alice‘s neck craned to the side, Jennifer on her tiptoes to be able to lean over her shoulders enough, but the sparks flew just the same.

„I had no idea“, Jen murmured, words wandering from her lips directly into Alice‘s, „That you felt that way.“

„I figured as much.“ Jennifer felt Alice smirk against her lips before pressing one more kiss to her. „I didn’t think you did either, but you‘re kind of shit at hiding your jealousy.“

„I‘m not the jealous type," Jen retorted. But even she had to admit she did not sound convincing at all, bottom lip pushed forward into a slight pout as her arms wrapped around Alice‘s waist, pulling her flush against her.

„Sure, you just decided to dislike Rio on a whim one day.“

Jen’s perfect manicure dug into the fabric of Alice jeans. „Don’t say her name right now.“

That made Alice snort, and Jen couldn’t deny the irony either.

„Okay“, she sighed, brushing a strand of bright orange, box dyed hair behind Alice‘s ear, „I‘ll admit to a little bit of jealousy.“ Her fingers ran along Alice‘s jaw, coming to rest on her chin. Tilting her face up just the slightest bit, she pulled her into another slow, sweet kiss. Alice pulled her closer by the back of her neck, smiling into the touch of Jen‘s lips against hers.

„I‘ll take it“, she murmured, „You’re cute when you get like that.“

Jen felt her nose scrunch up, glancing away from Alice’ adoring eyes. “You are definitely the only one who thinks so.“

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