twoset oneshots

14: your lips, like velvet

warnings: semi-nsfw, expletives, my take on edwina and brettany

summary: finally, brettany is allowed to stay at her best friend's house for a sleepover. they're supposed to study but a sleepover is also a girl's night of gossip, painting nails, trying out cheap makeup, and sharing secrets underneath cotton blankets.

(sneak in a little kiss under the white sheets if brettany is feeling bold.)

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7:35 pm

Brettany rings the Chen household's door, only to be greeted by her friend's sister.

"Hi, you're Brettany right?" She opens the door, fully dolled up with necklace and makeup applied. Looks like it's girl's night out.

"Um, yeah, is she there?"

"She's still asleep, maybe she'll wake up if you knock on her room." She hurriedly grabs her bag and looks at herself in the mirror before leaving Brettany alone with her little sister. "Don't hesitate to give me a call when something happens okay?"

"Okay, thanks a lot Belle."

"No worries, don't burn the house down while I'm out!"

Yeah, she's staying for a sleepover all alone with Edwina. She grasps on her notes one last time before going upstairs, every step to her room felt so little. Almost there, Brettany knocks carefully.

No response.

She knocks again, "Edwina? You awake?"

Still no response. Her hand twisted the doorknob, revealing the blondie with her hair disheveled and in tangles.

"Good morning," she says sleepily, yawning and stretching her arms out to the air.

"It's evening Edwina," she settled her messenger bag in her friend's vanity, careful not to tamper on the precious array of beauty care products and accessories. "Anyway, should we study or make some snacks first?"

"Fuck it. I'm feeling s'mores and dan bing." Her friend stands up to get her phone, checking her hair and then looking back at Brettany.

And that's another thing Brettany noticed. Lace. Black lacy lingerie on top of ivory tan skin, her natural leg hair seems to stand out from the black materials covering her thighs and accentuating her chest.

That the lighting from their kitchen makes her seem ethereal, or her eyes looked prettier even if she was jokingly weeping from cutting scallions, or even the way she would lick her lips every time the marshmallow would gusher out unexpectedly. It was all too much for Brettany's mind to handle.

She can only think of so much, and by so much, she means: linguistics, cooking, and music.

But not: Edwina, Edwina and Edwina.

She munches bitterly on her burnt scallion pancake, well burning the vegetable did produce unique flavors but whatever.

They got back in Edwina's room with full pjs. The pair settled on the huge queen bed with a fluffy duvet that Brettany knows and loves.

As she lays her notes down since that was the main purpose of their sleepover Edwina suddenly says,

"I heard that Georgi likes you." Brettany rolls her eyes in response.