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"Love, have you seen my hoodie?"
"No, I couldn't find it."
"You were looking for it before?"
"To steal."
"Of course." Kytha chuckled. She flopped down on her girlfriend's bed, still in her dress.
Destiny threw a pillow at her. "Get changed."
"I'm too tired to."
"You're not sleeping in that."
"We just came back from a party, darling. Let your poor, tired girlfriend rest." She spoke dramatically.
"Rest after you've changed. Here." Destiny tossed some pyjamas over to her. They made a plan that after the party, that they'd stay at Destiny's place, so Kytha left her stuff in the blonde's room beforehand.
"Thanks, love." Kytha mustered the energy to sit up, groaning as she did so. She sleepily kissed Destiny's forehead while stumbling into the bathroom to change.
"Baby. . . C'mere." Destiny opened her arms when Kytha left the bathroom. They both had done changing by then. Kytha didn't protest and hugged her blonde, pushing her onto the bed. Destiny chuckled and petted her hair.
The petting and her tiredness made Kytha black out as soon as she closed her eyes. "G'night, love ya. . ."
"Goodnight, I love you, too."
———
"Stay still." Destiny huffed.
"I'm trying, darling." Kytha chuckled. Destiny's face softened a little, she'd always melt at petnames. "Aww,"
"Shush." She looked down at Kytha's nail, which she was painting. The taller looked down as well, watching the process. "Almost done." The blonde moved her hand to a UV light.
After a few seconds, Kytha took her hand back, although Destiny was still holding it. She smiled at her hand. The design was simple, the tips of her nails were decorated with a soft golden glitter. One nail, her left ring finger, had a small golden butterfly on it.
"They look great." She shifted her hand so that her hand was below her blonde's. She brought the other's hand up, kissing it. "You're so talented~"
"Thanks." Destiny smiled, her face filling with colour.
———
"Princess?" Kytha poked her girlfriend's shoulder from over the blanket. "Something wrong?"
"Fuck off." Destiny mumbled, pulling the blanket over her head.
Kytha sighed. "Come downstairs when you want to eat." She kissed her cheek then left to make breakfast.
Destiny sighed, curling up in herself and suddenly feeling guilty. She eventually got up and got ready quickly. Hopping off the stairs, she greeted Kytha. "Morning. . ."
"Morning."
Destiny hugged her. "I'm sorry, for earlier."
"It's alright, just tell me what's happening." Kytha placed her knuckles under her girlfriend's chin, tilting her head upwards.
"I was having cramps."
"Ah. C'mon, I'll be your personal heating pad." Kytha smiled, pulling her to the couch and laying down on it. She opened her arms. Destiny chuckled and laid down on top of her. Kytha rubbed her back while kissing her face.
"What about breakfast?"
"We'll eat it later."
———
"Oh my god, babe." Kytha tugged at her girlfriend's sleeve. "Baby, look."
"What?" Destiny looked over. She choked.
For context, these two were in a clothing store and Kytha made Destiny look at a red shirt that said, "I don't do arts & crafts" the sentence was cut off with a picture of a pair of scissors, "but I still scissor"
"I wonder if it'll fit either of us." Kytha hummed.
"What?!" Destiny hissed under her breath. "I'm not wearing that!"
"It's true, thou-"
———
"How'd your brother react when you told him you were gay?"
"He was disappointed."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"No, not because of that. He said, 'You did not just tell me you have a crush on the white, blonde, five feet two, green-eyed girl that insults you every day and has dated multiple boys in high school.'"
". . . Fair, honestly-"
"I thought you loved me!"
