Zelda sighs.
Looming over her bed, Arienne is peacefully sleeping comfortably (and by comfortably, I mean cuddling Zelda’s pillow) with her large hoodie ridden up and long hair sprawled out.
“Arienne.” Zelda calls out.
No response.
Lightly shaking Arienne’s shoulder she repeats herself to be met with a light hum of Arienne’s sweet voice and she goes back to slumber. Zelda raises an eyebrow at the smaller girls’ antics and wonders how a literal ball of energy like Arienne could also be as lazy as herself. Her thoughts are cut off by Arienne as she (still with her eyes closed) pats around and takes Zelda’s hand in hers. Then gradually leaving the pillow, she now cuddles Zelda’s arm into her chest and rests her head onto her palm, a faint smile on her face. Seeing this Zelda smiles.
A cocoon she is.
but getting back to reality seeing as its nearly noon, she gently removes her hand from Arienne’s grasp and holds her exposed waist. Leaning down to her ear, she huskily whispers, “if you don’t get up now, I’m gonna spank you.”
Arienne’s eyes shot open and she gasps. Some seconds pass and she backfires, “do it, you coward.”
Zelda slightly taken aback and composing herself once again, hovers over Arienne with a solemn look on her face. She rubs her thumbs on the sides of Arienne’s waist, feeling the soft skin and locks eyes with her. As if communicating with their eyes, Arienne gives a slow blink and tilts her head. Zelda dips her hands from the small of Arienne’s back to the curve of her ass, the sheets ruffling.
Then Zelda does the unexpected. She leams down and blows raspberries on Arienne’s soft stomach. Arienne giggling at the feeling. She continues to do that until Arienne is out of breath.
“parents and Brooklyn aren’t home. So, we can just laze around all day and do whatever.”
“mm.”
Both the girls rest their foreheads against each other and Arienne wraps her hands around Zelda’s neck. Just as Zelda is about to pull away, Arienne tightens her grip.
“wait, don’t pull away… not yet.”
Listening Zelda nuzzles her nose to the crook of the smaller’s neck. Arienne takes in Zelda’s scents and lets it register to her mind. wondering where the foresty smell comes from. Pulling away after a minute or two, Zelda goes downstairs to the kitchen and Arienne into the adjoined bathroom.
After an hour or so later, the padding of footsteps is heard and Arienne enters the kitchen to see an overheating oven, eggs laying broken onto the counter top and a something black on the pan all while there stood a clueless Zelda with a spatula in her hand trying to register what was going on. Hearing Arienne clear her throat, she looks over to her to see her arms crossed. Gulping Zelda scratches her head and nervously mutters, “I was trying to make pancakes…”
Arienne then chuckles, “so you really can’t cook huh?”
Shaking her head, Arienne takes the spatula and gets to cooking alongside Zelda cleaning the mess. Sometime later, Zelda had gone to play video games in the living room as Arienne had told the meal would take a little more time to be prepared.
“is that…my shirt?” Zelda questions, now noticing while eating that the button up shirt Arienne was wearing seemed familiar and now figuring out it was hers.
“…no..”
Snorting and Zelda teasing her for awhile the two continue eating.
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that summer
Romance"are you okay?" "im fine." "stop saying youre fine, youre literally bleeding!" --------- when the sowinski family visited the coopers, for a high school reunion and to introduce their children, they did not expect a possible connection to bloom. pe...
