Frankannestein

🎃Connection 🎃

"Marcy..." Anne called out, poking her hammock like she had done prior.

"Huh, what?"

Marcy jumped and fell out of her bed and groaned. She once again, quickly took notice of the darkened sky outside of the treehouse.

"Wait a second," her eyes widened. "Did I oversleep again!?"

Anne hesitated to answer. "Yes..."

"And you didn't wake me up again!"

"Sorry, I couldn't bring myself to do it," Anne admitted with a sheepish smile. "Besides, I like nighttime better."

"If you say so. But we really need to make up for lost time," Marcy urged.

"Why do you sleep so much anyways?" Anne asked with curiosity.

"To mentally prepare myself for the oath of the red moon..." Marcy mumbled to herself.

Though she opted to ignore Anne's question and instead said something else.

"Since yesterday we did something that I wanted to do, it's now your turn," she told, looking at her happily. "Anne, my beloved. What is something that you'd want to do?"

Anne's eyes started shining and she seemed to have something already in mind.

"Could we.... hold hands?"

"We already did that yesterday, but sure! We can—"

"—I mean.... without your gloves."

Marcy flinched. W—Without them!? What's wrong with them anyway? Hand holding is one of the purest form of human connection!"

"You need physical contact to display affection. The movie told me so. And it isn't really the purest from of connection if all I'm doing is touching plastic," Anne pressed on, very eagerly.

"Could you take them off?"

Marcy froze at her question and directly looked down at her black gloves.

"T—take off..... m—my gloves?" she repeated as if she didn't understand.

"Yes."

"These gloves?"

"Yes."

"On my hands?"

"Yes."

"Take them off?"

"Yes."

"And then hold your hand?"

"Preferably."

Anne sensed her reluctance. "You know, you don't have to do it if you don't wanna."

"N—n—no! When all push comes to shove, I must make sacrifices!" Marcy just managed to stutter out, trembling.

She quickly straightened. "Including for you, Anne."

Marcy trembled as the cool air hit her warm, delicate and neatly exposed hands. Anne held her hand out in anticipation. She started shivering as she slowly slipped her hands in Anne's.

She blushed considerably at the contact, and Anne did too. She even felt an unexpected pleasant shock ripple throughout her from the simplest act of touching hands. She froze and melted at the same time. Plus she was becoming increasingly all warm and mushy on the inside, like a big pile of goo.

"H—how does it feel?" Marcy stuttered out, her blush growing ever so slightly.

"I like—" Anne began humming, trying to find the right words. "—The way your hand fits in mine."