Cherry Chapstick
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“Unless” Hera began, once again dropping the act and getting kind of serious when they saw that Daiane looked like she wasn’t taking it as a joke. “Seriously though I’m kidding.” Hera eyed Daiane’s hand, wanting to grab it in order to reassure her, but they stayed still. Not only because of the physical distance, but also the emotional space that Hera kept between herself and others. That would be far too much affection. Too early. No one likes that. Not anyone Hera’s ever known. Not from her.
They continued speaking after Hera got up there. She was getting more self conscious, just not enough to keep her from flirting boldly. It was kind of a struggle not to chuckle when Daiane blushed. Hera was honestly flattered asf. Her old girlfriends all grew up hearing lots of crazy, out of pocket stuff too, so Hera was just a charming pest. Maybe that was what made saying bold stuff so easy for them. Once you hear “Hey there kid, can you help me pull my fake ID out of my v4g?” From a middle aged drug addict on a tuesday afternoon when you’re 8, flirting starts to seem like a walk in the park. Daiane probably heard some weird stuff from her dad too. Since his mind is in one world and his body is in another, and all. Yet for some reason she blushed at HERA. It almost made THEM wanna blush back.
They looked at her shyly, scooting closer to Daiane obediently. “Of course it’s a queen bed, Ane. Or should I say, your majesty.” They smiled and then looked around, taking in the perimeter and putting her hands into little fists, gently pushing them into the mattress like a cat fiddling with it’s paws. Hera wanted to flirt some more, but they honestly didn’t know if Daiane’s shyness could take it any longer, so she bit her tongue on her words.
Daiane said that she was going to sleep, but unfortunately, her plans had been ruined :( And Hera chuckled. They’d probably be putting her to bed soon, but she didn’t want to just yet. She just seemed so approachable to them. Hera could talk to her for hours if Daiane ever let her. She was just so gorgeous, and cute, and kind, and responsible. Out of all of those attributes, Hera could only relate to one of them. (Being gorgeous, of course.) Perhaps kind, if we were talking about the cherry pie that Daiane was baking out of the person Hera was when they met her. Perhaps cute, if she opened up enough. And perhaps responsible, when the high of her teen years disappeared one random night and she woke up sober. “I meannn… I could, but why would you want to sleep when your other half has arrived?! I actually have a king sized bed.” She smiled proudly. And there’s plenty of room for you in it if you ever want to come over. She thought, but she didn’t say it in an attempt to be considerate with Daiane’s fragile heart and rushing blood. They simply gave her a look that said everything on their mind.
Hera was suprisingly quite the happy camper watching Mickey Mouse, goofy reminded her of Daiane, because they’re both goofs. And a little bit Minnie, because she’s so sweet. Mostly Donald though, because of all of his attitude. tHiS iS a QuEeN SiZe BeD HerA. She found a bit of Daiane in everything really, from the flowers at the supermarket to the rising moon. Oh envious moon, it’s beauty was nothing compared to that of Daiane. It killed them to be outside in the cold. Her arms had no goosebumps, but she craved to be shone under her light, for she provides for her what the sky above never could. Hera now has a roof to live under, but Daiane was what was beginning to feel like home.
When Daiane saw Hera crying, they couldn’t help but laugh, leaving the girl’s hand to bury their face in their arms. They looked so stupid!! Hera hates crying in front of people. Like, so much. It always got her picked on in her foster homes. They were always taught that vulnerability is an equivalent to weakness, similar to love, or joy, because too much light will blind a person. So now she felt dumb. All she could do was laugh at herself, there was no use in trying to make it look like her eyes were sweating or something now, Daiane would never judge them for something like this. She felt safe enough to smile. Safe enough to cry.
She realized Daiane was upset, though. And their sad laughter ended. "Hey, don’t be sad.” Hera got closer to her and then paused for a second, evaluating if what she always told her peers was actually helpful or not. In the foster system, the kids usually just told eachother that crying wasn’t going to fix anything ,which is true, but it might sound harsh. “I see you for who you are and I think you’re incredible.” They admitted without reluctance, a but surprised at her words after they left her mouth. She wasn’t upset by them, though. They tasted right.
“That’s probably for the best.” Hera admitted shyly, as Daiane stirred in her seat to face her. At this point, Hera’s eyes just naturally found their way into Ane’s as she sat up, like rockets shooting into the multiverse that was her gaze. Eventually, she felt the need to reassure the girl. So that she’d know that Hera wasn’t just saying what she said to get Daiane to calm down, although it was definitely going to sound more like sobered, unemotional Hera now that she brushed herself off. Thankfully for her, the conversation lost it’s gloominess when Ane grinned and returned the sentiment. “Wow, that’s so flattering Ane” Hera responded sarcastically, putting a hand on her heart. Followed by more sarcasm from Ane when she agreed that Hera’s proposals were completely doable and some of them legal. However, Daiane did seem to have one idea.
“We can do this.” Hera’s heart began to thump loudly as Ane got closer, realizing this was all she thought about each night before falling asleep. Every part of her was saying to just run to her, and, for once she listened. Hera put her hands on the girls waist and heaven became a place on earth. Her lips encaved Ane’s top lip, melting them into a slow rhythm as she kissed her. This simple touch felt so warm, and she tasted so sweet. Like cherries, no, like cherry chapstick, just like theirs. It felt like an eternity, which she never thought would happen while kissing this pg. Innocence like this was just so rare, like some red-fruited tree in the middle of a tundra. She wished that it would last an eternity right before her lover pulled away, sitting back on her knees.
“But we don’t have to if you don’t want to” Hera rolled their eyes with a smile, pulling her right back in, rediscovering the taste of her cherry chapstick as if she’d gone a thousand years without it, whispering into her lips before kissing her again. “Of course I do.”
The End.
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Cleo did martial arts and trained with cousin Gaston to become tough and strong! Cleo also had abs, she said as she walked towards a mirror and opened her shirt to show her stomach- ok, she didn’t have abs but she will soon have them unlike Angelina.
