ATLA/LOK Fem Imagines

*New Type of Lovin' - Opal

I never loved a book so much in my life. The rich characters. The detailed world-building. The unique diction. Everything about the story draws me in. I could re-read the story a million times without an ounce of boredom. Resting against the tree my girlfriend and I usually enjoy together, I sink further into the enchanting novel.

"Ehem," someone coughs.

I glance up from my lap, only to find myself hugging the book to my chest, blinking as I attempt to process the extraordinary sight gracing my eyes. What is this feeling? My heart rattles against my ribs like it's about to burst from my chest, and my cheeks feel warm. That's not new, though. The weird churning and swirling deep within my stomach is. 

"I..I...I like your new outfit, Opal. You look wonderful," I compliment, mentally facepalming for not finding more suitable words. She giggles, peering down at me with a red hue coating her cheeks.

"Thanks..." She murmurs.

I've never seen Opal dress this way before. Usually, she dresses modestly, covering up every inch of her body. Today, however, she's dressed in white shorts that cut off under the curve of her bottom and a gray t-shirt that exposes her slightly defined arms. Opal never works out, but she's skinny, which gives the illusion of muscle tone. Jeez, I feel like a creep for staring for so long.

Avert your eyes. Look away, I tell myself. 

She said she'd meet me here, so we could go out walking for a bit, but I didn't expect her to get all dressed up. If I would've known, I would've cleaned up a bit better. Even her hair is curled to the perfect precision.

I watch as she links her hands behind her back, glancing off to the side nervously before asking, "How would you feel about trying something new today?"

"Like-like what?" I question, slowly lifting myself off of the ground. My girlfriend smirks, quickly taking my hand in hers and helping me up. She says nothing else, leaving me to follow behind her as she tugs me along.

Opal guides me down the path to her Mother's mansion, swinging our conjoined hands as we do so. When we first started dating, I used to hate holding her hand. I would get so nervous that my palms would begin to sweat, and I never wanted to gross her out, so I tried avoiding the gesture while I could. Eventually, taking her gentle hands in mine and pressing a sweet kiss against the smooth skin became second nature.

This wouldn't be my first time visiting the estate. Mrs. and Mr. Beifong have invited me over for dinner plenty of times. I hate to brag, but I'm 100% confident they love me. That or they're very good at faking kindness. Despite my familiarity with the home, walking through one of the back doors gives me the chills.

"Um, Opal, did your parents say it was okay for me to come inside today?" I ask softly, hunching my shoulders slightly as she guides me through the expansive halls. She laughs calmly while looking over her shoulder to face me. Her fingers wrap around my palm with more force, squeezing the muscle reassuringly.

"It'll be fine! I promise." She answers, offering me a sly smile. Her attention locks upon my features, studying my jittering eyes and the nervous frown carved across my lips. She pauses our walk, stopping us in the middle of a crossway of halls. "Stop worrying so much. I would never do anything that would get you in trouble, especially with my parents," She reassures, carrying our joined hands to her lips. "If I did that, we'd never see each other again." She continues, looking up at me as she lowers her head to press an affectionate kiss against my knuckles.

A desirable warmth spreads from my palm up through my arm to my chest. The fuzzy bubbling settles there for a few seconds before dropping into my stomach.