LGBTQ+ short story's

Leilana and Steve hate each other

Leilana Natasha Ornella Iyana Melody Mae and Steve hate each other.
They always have and they always will.
So it's a surprise that they are currently in the same room and not trying to physically tear each other's faces off. Of Course they are trying, mentally.
"I'm ugly"
Leilana gets startled when Steve speaks for the first time since they have both entered the common room. They have chosen to sit as far from each other as possible. Both on mismatched chairs scattered throughout the room. It's a pain in both their asses that those chairs happen to face each other. Leilana thinks Steve looks particularly hateful in the dim light of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the only light in the commonroom. judging from the way her face burns with hate every time she looks at Steve. The light shining though her short blond hair is absolutely awfull to look at, and the way it makes her pale skin glow is repulsing. It's awfull and repulsing how good she looks, even in bad lighting.
The rest of their crew has already headed home, closing the curtains when they went. For some reason these two are still here, silently cursing each other as they finish paperwork due in the morning.
Multiple empty mugs and glasses stand on multiple coffee tables. Steve sits with legs thrown up on a wooden one. Her eyes are pointed to the ceiling as she closes her laptop.
Leilana can't help but sneak glances at the other girl. Everything she does makes her heart beat faster with anger, but still she can't make herself look away.
"What?" Steve says, making Leilana realize she's been staring.
"You're making it way too easy to tell you're lying." She pulls her shoulder length wavy hair into a ponytail.
"I'm not lying right now," Steve mumbles, "I really am ugly."
Leilana raises an eyebrow and scoffs. Steve's suit jacket is thrown across an armchair close to her.
Her blouse is halfway unbuttoned, the tie hangs loosely around her collar.
The open blouse slightly exposes her upper chest.
Leilana's eyes are definitely not fixated on the small line of cleavage exposed, and her cheeks are definitely not turning red (again)... "Why are you telling me this?" She forces her eyes to look anywhere but at Steve, afraid she will jump up and choke her on the spot.
Her Crew sweater and joggers are suddenly too warm. She pulls her jumper over her head. It takes her shirt with it, exposing her midriff for a full 5 seconds while Leilana struggles to get her hoop earrings through the headhole. For 4.5 of those seconds Steve's eyes are fixed on that small piece of skin. For the other 0.5 she curses herself and questions why it is so hard to look away.
It's just skin, that's all. Warm delicious brown skin that she so desperately wants to place her hands on to pull Leilena close and-
Steve clears her throat while she tries to clear her head, and fails miserably. She has no idea when these thoughts started, just that she doesn't like them.
"I'm not, I'm just saying it because it's true" She looks back at the ceiling. She wishes these thoughts and the redness on her face would go away. Steve wasn't blessed with a cute subtle blush when she's flustered. When that happens- something that used to be rare but since recently seems to happen more often than not- her entire face is a perfect color match to a tomato
Leilana throws a sock at Steve to get her attention. "Wha-"
"Are you wearing the right prescription?!" Leilana practically yells at Steve.
Steve readjustes the way she's sitting. Her back gliding along the backrest. Now her blouse somehow exposes more of her chest than before.
Leilana forces herself not to stare, though she can't help but steal a look or two.
"I don't wear glasses." She states.
Leilana sights like she is missing the whole point. Wich she is.
She stands up from her chair.
Steve looks at her expectantly, making her almost fall over her own and Steve's shoes while she crosses the room. Steve hides her laugh behind her hand and Leilana flips her off.
"Are you really that stupid?" Leilana asks, out of breath by now. She finally lets herself fall down in the chair closest to Steve. The fabric of Steve's suit jacket itches her skin.
"Probably, because I have no clue what you are trying to say."
Leilana groans. She reaches behind her to grab the jacket.
"I can't imagine how you can wear that itchy thing all day," Leilana complains.
Steve already knows what's coming so she protects her face with her forearm.
"It's an aestetic," Steve protests.
Leilana finally gets it from behind her back, she neatly folds the jacket and lays it on the table where her feet lay.
Steve slowly lowers her arms.
"I can't believe this," Leilana says "you're not ugly."
"Then what am i?"
She contemplates whether she should speak the truth or stay far away from it.
"Fishing for compliments"
"Fuck off." Steve scoffs and averts her eyes, praying Leilana didn't see the shamefully hopeful look on her face "I'm being honest with you and you're being a dick."
"I am being honest, I'm just a dick" Leilana says while playing with the ends of her ponytail, her fingers separating each curl through half.
"And i have a dick, but seriously, what am i?" Steve presses.
Leilana leaves her hair alone and turns to lie down in the chair. Her feet dangle off one arm rest while her head lays on the other. Her head almost touches Steve's arm. From upside down she finds her eyes. They both glance at each other's lips on their own turn.
She stays silent for long enough that Steve opens up her laptop and starts working again, trying to distract herself. Her fingers hit each key with precision. Leilana flips onto her stomach to watch her work. Wich is not helping Steve's case, especially with how cute she looks with her brows furrowed in thought.
"You're hot"
Steve gets caught off guard "what?"
Her fingers stop typing.
"I said you're hot, attractive, sexy, awooga, mommy. Understand?" Leilana raises her eyebrows when Steve doesn't respond, because she's only able to stare at her with her eyes wide.
After a minute or two of them both trying to process what Leilana just said Steve finds her voice again.
"Did you just call me mommy?"
Leilena groans and hides her blushing face in her arms. She had hoped that Steve had not heard that.
"No..." she lies, her words muffled by her arm.
"Yes you did!" Steve laughs.
"Shut up!" Leilana doesn't know if she should laugh or scream. She settles for neither, because both would make her look insane right now.
Steve gasps exaggerated. Leilana looks up at her.
"Oh my god!" Steve exclaims, "Am i your type?"
"I don't do types."
"But you find me attractive," it isn't a question, it's a statement.
"No..." Leilana lies. She props her chin on her arm, "i meant you are attractive as in any person with common sense could see that you are - you know- attractive and stuff."
Leilana rolls her eyes at Steve's smug expression. "However, that doesn't take away from how annoying you are."
"You think I'm hot." she looks down at Leilana, for a moment she can't help herself and glances at her lips (again). Leilana screams on the inside, how can a person be so hot and so annoying at the same time.
"I-" Leilana sputters "keep that pretty little mounth of you shut, I'm trying to concentrate on my work."
The work in question lays shut on the other side of the room. Because even before Steve said anything Leilana was mindlessly flipping through magazines. "You can't concentrate on the mission because you're in love with me," Steve teases in a singsong voice, brushing away a stray piece of hair laying on Leilana's cheek. Leilena bats her hand away and sits up "I am not!"
'I can't concentrate because I hate you so much' Leilana thinks, but still Steve's words float around in her mind. 'Could it be? No. Love and hate do have the same symptoms. No she isn't, she can't. It wouldn't work.'
"You are, you think I'm mommy"
Leilana groans, why won't Steve just let it go. What can't they just go back to ignoring each other except for when they throw hatefull insults the others way? Like they've done since the crew was formed.
"God you're hot for me," Steve laughs
"Oh my god what the fuck do you want!" She cries out, so desperate for a different topic or even no topic at all. "Please just tell me! I am so, so tired of guessing and-" Steve interupts her.
"You"
"What?"
Leilana's hart feels like it's beating from the tip of her toes to the tip of her head.
"For you to shut up" Steve says like its the punchline of a joke, but her hart isn't it so it falls flat.
"I hate you so much" Leilana whispers to herself more than anyone else. Because she got way too exited when she thought, only for s brief second that steve could be into her.
She can't bring herself to say, or even think it about Steve and mean it. Not anymore. It's like the hate has completly vanished and left something sweeter, much stronger. Now she feels resentment towards herself, for these new feelings she can't place a name upon and for the way her heart skips a beat or goes faster every time Steve is near. Or even when she only just as much thinks about her or hears her name.
"I think it's something else" steve says.
"Ofcourse you do, what is it this time?" Leilana hops of the chair and walks even closer to Steve. She feels the need to be close to her. Like an invisible fishing line pulling her closer. Tugging on her hearts strings everytime she isn't near.
"Love"
"Hmm" Leilana hums, sitting down on the armrest. She lets herself bask in the sound of Steve's voice like she would bask in the sunlight. Head thrown back and breathing it in. She can feel steves eyes on her as she imagines them sitting on the porch of their house as an old maried couple. Leilana reading one of her favorite books for aproximetly the hundredth time. Steve making a crosswordpuzzle from the weekly newspaper, like old people do. Steve would nudge her arm to get her attention and say something like "love, do you know this word?" Or "Shall i put on the ketle, my love"
And they would kiss each other Goodmorning and goodnight and-
"No really," steve says, breaking her out of her daydream. "I think you're in love with me."
"I am not" Leilana says, but the blush forming on her cheeks betrays her.
"You are," Steve says.
"Am not"
"Are"
"Am not"
"Are. If you weren't you would've walked away and told me I'm weird" Steve crosses her arms. Leilana's eyes immediately fall on her cleavage. Then she shames herself for being no better than a man.
"I was going to" she lies. Crossing her own arms, trying to get the same reaction out of Steve. Steve just happens to be impossible to fluster, or just better at hiding it.
"Uhuh yeah, is that your own original idea?"
"Yes, because I am not in love with you," Leilana says while standing up. She walks towards the door, brushing the stray hair out of her face but stopping when she finds herself pretending it's Steve's hand.
"Kiss me about it," Steve jokes.
Leilana whirls around "what?"
"I said go piss girl yass"
Leilana looks up to the ceiling and prays to what, or whoever is up there.
She's so done. So done with everything.
"You know I heard you right?"
"I- '' Steve says, unable to finish her sentence because Leilana is back at the chair and slowly places her knee next to Steve's hip. Steve is unable to think, or breathe. She can only blink up at Leilana and wait for what she will do next.
"What if I take you up on that offer?" Leilana smirks wickedly as she leans in a bit closer.
"Slow down princess, we aren't that close. You don't have to if you don't want to," Steve whispers, afraid to break whatever trance they both seem to be in if she speaks too loud.
"Who said I don't want to?" Leilana brings her other knee up to the other side of Steve.
Steve has to remind herself to breathe. She feels like she's going to pass out, but in a good way.
"You did. You told me you weren't in love with me like a thousand times in the last few minutes."
Leilana lowers herself so she is sitting on Steve's lap. Steve bites her lower lip.
"That I' m not in love with you doesn't mean I don't want to kiss you..." She says softly.
"Leilana, please. This is no way for a princess to act."
With that, Leilana seems to come to her senses. She sights "I know. I don't know what is happening to me. Can we just go back to hating each other again?"
She slides down the armrest until she sits on the ground. She takes her ponytail out and starts anxiously making small braids in her hair while she looks up at Steve.
"I never hated you," Steve confesses
"Did I love you immediately? No. But did you grow on me over the few years that we've known each other? Not really."
"I- what?"
"I'm kidding, you did," Steve chuckles to herself "Just a little bit tho." She turns upside down so her head hangs off the seat and her legs face the ceiling, resting against the backrest. She turns her head towards leilana. They make eye contact and the rest of the world seems to fade away.
"It's okay to not know everything all the time." Steve holds up a finger when leilana starts to protest. "But I'm not some doll to experiment with, even if i look like one." Steve bites her lower lip (again) while brushing hair from Leilana's face. This time she lets her.
Leilana nods "Okay, I'm sorry. But if you bite your lip one more time, i am going to do it for you."
"Then you can take me up on that offer."
Steve winks.
"Do you always have to be such a goddamn flirt?" Leilana says while pushing Steve's head away in an attempt to calm her heart. Steve makes a gargous sound.
"I'm the flirt here? You just fucking straddled me"
Leilana lays her head in her pulled up legs. "I knoowww, i'm sorryyy," she cries while flayling her arms. Steve laughs at her dramatic antics.
"Princess, don't cry," Steve says while she pats her head akwardly, her elbow pointing in directions it shouldn't.
Leilana lifts her head. "Don't call me that, peasant," She sneers.
"All right, fair enough."
They make eyecontact and burst out laughing.
Steve's laugh comes from deep in her stomach, it's loud and expressive.
Leilana's laugh is more like a giggle with little snorts scattered in there sometimes.
When the laughing has died down to chuckles Leilana stands up slowly, her back facing Steve.
"Leilana..." she whirls around.
Never had Steve's voice sounded so soft and vulnerable. Leilana nods unsurely, not sure if she wants to go this route with Steve.
Because she isn't sure if they would be able to go back to their mindless bullying, but then again they probably already went too far for that.
Steve sits upright. "Please don't leave." She says, her voice barely louder than a whisper
"I'm here. Just bringing these cups to the kitchen." She smiles at Steve. Something she isn't sure she has done before. Not in a nice way at least.
Leilana grabs the dirty cups from the kitchen, walking multiple time because she can't carry all of it in one go.
"I wish you'd bring my cups to the kitchen," Steve mumbles to herself.
"I heard that!" Leilana yells from the kitchen where the water is now running.
She turns off the water before walking back to the common room.
"Also, what the fuck does that mean?"
Steve rolls off the chair and slides to the leilana on her socks, who crosses her arms.
Almost hitting the wall. She leans with her arm against it to make it look like it was supposed to happen.
"You would've looked so stupid if you weren't hot," leilana laughs, looking up at the blonde towering over her.
"But please, do tell."
Steve sights, lowering her head.
It tricks leilana into thinking she's vulnerable and embaressed.
But when she looks at Steve's face, she is met with a giant smug smirk instead.
Steve leans even closer. Their noses almost though. She can feel Steve's soft breathing on her lips.
She wants nothing more than to lean in and close the gap.
"Make me," Steve says.
All Leilana is able to do is stare at her with wide eyes and scream internally.
A hot girl towering over her and looking down at her with that look in her eyes is too much for her little bisexual little heart.
"Just shut up and kiss me" she mumbles. Her eyes glance at Steve's lips, this time she doesn't even try to hide it. She wants Steve to see. She wants her to see how much she wants this, how much she wants her.
But Steve shakes her head and takes a step back. Even though Leilana could almost feel Steve trying to pull her lips closer with her mind.
"Not until I bite my lip again, remember?"
Leilana curses all the seven seas. Never once would she think she would want this so badly. She didn't care about where this would lead. All she could think about right now was how badly she wanted Steve's lips on hers, and what she was willing to do for it.
"Please," she whimpered.
"I didn't think you would beg so soon, i thought you'd wait until we were in a bedroom at least."
Leilana whacks her on the arm "shut up." She laughs and forces herself to take a step back. She walks back into the kitchen. Steve follows.
She brushes her hands through her hair and tries to lessen how flustered she is, wich she fails miserably at.
Leilana loads the dishes into the sink.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
Steve brushes a hand along the with of her back when she walks past.
Leilana can't help but gasp.
She washes the dishes as Steve stands behind her, running her hands over her arms outragiously slow, making Leilana shivver.
"Do you want me to push you against a wall and choke you or something. Please, either sit down or help me with the dishes." She sneers as she pushes Steve away with her shoulder.
"Never would i have thought you of all people would be so... kinky," Steve comments.
Leilana rolls her eyes and continues washing the dishes.
Steve eventually grabs a dishcloth and tries her hardest not to bite her lip.
Not because she doesn't want to kiss Leilana. She does, oh so badly. But she also enjoys seeing Leilana want her so badly that she doesnt even try to hide.
So just for a little longer, she will try to kill her habit. But she isn't the only one being a tease.
Lilana holds onto a plate a little too long while handing it to Steve, making their hands touch.
When Steve makes a joke she makes a point of touching her arm while laughing.
When Steve dries a bowl too fast, trying to distract herself from Leilana's new mission to make her bite her lip, Leilana wipes the soapy water on her face away with her thumb. Her hand lingering a little too long on her face, thumb caressing her cheek even though she had already wiped the spot away.
When Leilana leans in closer 'without realizing what she's doing' Steve's teeth almost sink into her lower lip.
Almost.
Leilana sights and walks away. Her socked feet stomp away angrily, making an empty thump thump sound.
When Steve returns to the commonroom she is gathering her things.
"Where are you going?" Steve asks, leaning against a wall.
"Home." Leilana bends to pick up her sweater that has fallen on the ground, making sure there is nothing seductive about anything she does.
"Already? It was just getting fun," Steve says, more hurt seeping in their voice than they wanted to. When Leilana looks up at her there is a mix between sadness and desperation in her dark eyes.
"It's 9 PM, see you tomorrow Steve." Leilana says 'Steve' in a way that makes her heart clench. She doesn't want Leilana to go. She wants to fix the sadness in her eyes.
"You didn't seem to want to leave just yet, why now?" Steve asks sincerely.
Leilana sights with her back to Steve.
"Because we don't want the same things," she whispers. She grabs for the door and opens it. "Then what do you want?" Steve's question isn't filled with anger, she sounds like she actually wants to know. Like she actually cares. Leilana shakes her head.
"I want you, but you don't feel the same. It's okay, we can just pretend tonight never happened." She turns her head to offer Steve a light smile.
But Steve doesn't stand where she just stood. She rushes towards Leilana, her outstretched arm hits the door above Leilana's head with a thud, making it close.
All she can do is watch as Steve leans closer and closer. A desperatedly angry look painted on her face.
She lays a hand on Leilana's hip, pulling her even closer. Her other hand tilts Leilana's chin up with two fingers. When she knows for sure that Leilana's eyes are looking at her lips she bites them, hard. Where her teeth sink into the soft pink flesh it turns white.
Leilana swallows. Her lips part involentarily.
"I-" she whispers, "Are you sure?"
In response Steve bites her lip repeatedly. Leilana laughs.
"Okay, got it. You can stop now, i don't want you to hurt yourself," she says while her hands grab onto the collar of Steve's shirt, pulling her closer.
"Make me," Steve smiles as she leans in, closing the gap.

Leilana Natasha Ornella Iyana Melody Mae and Steve don't hate each other.
Not anymore, or maybe never at all.
But we'll let them figure that out on their own time.

(Thank you for reading this short story. I know this update isn't during pride month, but i did start writing it then.
Also i don't care.
I made myself kind of uncomfortable with how spicy this is in comparison with the others. This is also the longest i believe. Also the order is kind of fucked up, the first one is elektriciy, then rain, then lost and found and now this one. Wich has a way too long title i am too lazy to type out lol. I hope you enjoyed it, see you in the next story!)