Y/n's POV:
Turning to Wednesday I ask if we should paint our houses or not.
"I do not particularly care either way"
"..."
"..."
"We can't both be indecisive. Besides, I'm the airhead in this relationship." I sighed.
"what color?"
"hm?" I turned to face her.
"For your house, what colors do you want?" She asked flicking my nose. Scrunching my nose, I ask her to grab black and white paints.
Leaving to get the supplies she turns to me and continues, "This time don't let anyone flirt with you, or I'll make sure everyone knows you're mine."
She smiled, walking away with a click of her she's on the wooden floors.
Flabbergasted (and slightly flustered) I turn back to my bird house and continue straightening it out.
Later....
By the time Wednesday had come back with the supplies, I had realized why my attempts at straightening my bird house was futile.
One, I'm gay.
Two, I'm more gay when Wednesday is around.
Three, I'm just bad at crafts.
Sitting next to me, Wednesday placed the paints down with a set of brushes.
"Wednesday, what is your favorite color, and why?" I asked picking up the white paint.
"White, because it means I'm doing it correctly." She hummed, leaving me confused.
"Wha-" And like my sexuality, it hit me when I had least expected it. Blocking rapidly I shaking try to continue painting with my white paint.
Wednesday's POV:
Painting my bird house, I notice the sudden silence. Slightly turning to face her, I notice her trying and failing to paint in what I believe is a flustered state.
Its good to know that I have such an effect on her, I subconscious my shirk at the thought.
"Would you like me to show you what I mean Mon Amore?"
With a sudden jerk her paint brush left a giant white streak on the roof and her mouth opened.
"Are you trying to tempt me with that little mouth of yours darling~" I purred setting my things down and scoring closet to her.
"Because its working~" I grazed my hand along her thigh as she grew warm, the heat radiating from her body in waves.
"FRUIT SALAD!" She yelled abruptly, quickly turning to face me.
Y/n's POV:
My mind could only think of one thing yet many things as time seemed to slow yet last forever.
From the moment she turned to me with those dark eyes with emotions I could finally identify, I was flustered beyond human comprehension.
LUST
LOVE
NEED
INSANITY
All emotions I could see shining in her black eyes.
These emotions combined with me own had caused my tongue to twist preventing me from responding.
So when I finally opened my mouth instead of flustered gibberish like 'skffftmsn' I had said 'Fruit Salad'.
Of all things I could have said, I said Fruit Salad.
"That's not an answer love. By the end of crafts I'll want your answer, whether it be a simple or long yes, either would suffice."
She finished slowly pulling away and getting back to her bird house.
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