We've been talking for I don't even know how long, I just know that the plates are empty and we moved to the carpet, drinking some rosé, the shoes are gone in need of staying comfortable.
She has her legs on my lap, like she's one of my closest friends, we're humming on some songs she has on a old vinyl, I admire her, she has her hand under her head to keep it from touching the carpet, staring at the ceiling, keeping the time of the song with her finger in the air.
I caress her thighs covered by long transparent socks.
I look at my phone, it's a message on the Winx group chat, Flora says that the crystal works and that we can give it another try.
《How did we end up on the floor, anyway?》 She asks breaking the silence.
《Your suitemate cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how.》 I state chuckling.
《That's understandable yeah.》 She affirm smirking.
《I like this song.》 I share casually.
《Wanna dance?》 She demands looking at me, searching for my hand.
《Why not?》 I say to myself, she stands up, breaking our position, offering me a hand.
She puts her hand on my waist as I interwine my hands behind her neck, caressing her little hair.
As we swing slowly her hands fill the empty spots on my back, hugging me tightly, wanting to touch more of me possible, I rest my forehead on hers.
《Is everything okay?》 I ask softly, she presses her lips, thinking that goes unnoticed by me.
《Yeah.》 She sighs.
《Okay..》 I say, if there's something she has to tell me, then she will.
《What did you do today?》 She asks, changing the subject. I want to be honest with her, I know it can work, but will my friends be willed to help? I don't think they trust her that much.
《Oh, Aisha was telling us about Grey.》 I lie, she stays silent, distancing herself, she makes me spin slowly and pulls me closer to her.
《You know some moves?》 I ask smirking.
《I've always dreamt of dancing with the princess at the palace, what are you talking about?》 She replies sarcastically.
《I'm sorry we're not in the palace.》 I say continuing the act.
《I'm not, must be exhausting to be all day in a place where your mother lives.》 She states and I chuckle nodding.
《Agree, but the aesthetic it's.》 I say doing a chef kiss.
《Isn't this aesthetic enough? Look at the candles, the dark red sheets, matching with my vinyl shelf.》 She says ironically offended.
《Yeah...it's so you.》 I affirm letting my gaze to wander around.
We keep dancing, the song I like is already over but that doesn't matter.
《Are you staying the night?》 She asks when we both fall on the bed.
《Happily. But you could've told me sooner.》 I affirm grabbing her hips to let her roll on me, holding her in a casual hug.
《I'm not a peluche.》 She complains, I look at her, cheeks red from the alcohol, her chin resting on my chest looking at me offended.
《I want to hug you, shut up.》 I state.
《You're clingy when you drink...I like it.》 She affirms and I smile a little.
《Shut up.》 I repeat rolling my eyes, she smirks.
《Alright.》 She whispers, Bea starts to trace a line on my neck with kisses, I sigh, closing my eyes and relaxing in her touch, leaving her more space.
Her lips leaving open mouthed hot kisses, filling all the places she haven't touched yet. I let out a little moan when she finds my pulse point, feeling the smirk that appeared on her face hearing the sound on my skin.
I take her hand and recklessly let it rest on my right breast, still covered by my clothing.
《Just stop being a gentlewoman.》 I groan.
She moves her way to my cheeks, pecking them.
《I won't take this further.》 She states softly.
《I'm sure I want this, Bea...ugh.》 I reassure her when she delicately bites my low lip.
《I want you, Bea, please..》 I affirm more firmly.
《I won't...》 She repeats, getting off of my body to lay next to me.
《Okay...sorry.》 I apologize sincerely laying on my side to face.
《You don't need to be, who wouldn't want all of this.》 She says proudly, I scoff and then let out a laugh.
《I'm sure people would crave you even more if they could see the marks I left on your body.》 I affirm in a low tone and I could see her swallow, I smile satisfied.
《Done with the joking, I just want to know if there's something wrong or you're just not in the mood.》 I say, trying to communicate.
《Neither of those, I would be in the mood if this wasn't your first time, I want it to be special for you, and mostly, I want you to remember it, and let's just stay that we drank a lot.》 She explains, I cup her cheek and kiss her lips sweetly.
《You're a romantic, see?》 I say and she smiles.
《Maybe I am, yeah.》
We cuddle for a few minutes, I'm the little spoon and I adore it.
《We should change into something more comfy. I want to see you in my clothes.》 She shares kissing my temple.
《The only time you'll see me wear black will be when I wear your clothes or at a funeral.》 I joke and she chuckles.
《Deal.》 She gets up, and takes something from her drawers.
《Since we only have to sleep, I'm gonna give you something sober.》 She says.
《Let's see.》 She shows me a baggy black shirt, with some weird drawings on it.
《Tadà, that's what I usually wear as a pyjama!》 She says excited and I can't help but take a moment to admire her in all her beauty, lightened only by the candles around the room.
《And what about the legs part?》 I ask teasingly.
《Oh, come on, like we didn't sleep naked.》 She complains and I chuckle.
《And what are you going to wear as pyjama?》 I ask curiously.
《Well, that's what I usually wear, so I guess, panties will do it.》 She affirms.
《Perhaps, with you the night is hotter.》 She adds and I face palm myself, giggling.
《Come here.》 I say laying my arm in the air pointing to her.
《Yes, princess.》 She says, jumping on the empty spot of the bed.
I sit and turn around, before taking off my top, she crawls behind me, kissing my back, near my gem.
《You fucking bitch, I'm gonna fucking get revenge for this.》 She...talks to the gem? I love her.
