The Punk's Princess

Thirty

Light smut. I'll mark where it starts and where it ends.
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Daya was the first to wake up that next morning. She yawned softly and snuggled closer to Bosco. The smaller girl's head was still nestled comfortably against her chest, one of her hands tangled in Daya's hair as if she had been playing with it in her sleep. She never looked so peaceful.

Daya couldn't help but smile and press a gentle kiss to her girlfriend's parted lips. She felt so much better now that she was back in her arms. And as she held her close and protectively, she looked around the bedroom.

Some of the walls were suspiciously bare and looked like things had been taken off of them, but Daya was more focused on the canvases that were hung up. She felt so much pride when she looked at Bosco's art. She knew her girlfriend was so talented, and she absolutely adored that about her. She had even taped up the drawing Bosco had done of the two of them on the wall of her bunk.

Her eyes moved to the painting easel in the corner where an unfinished painting was sitting, most likely left unfinished from when Daya had first asked Bosco to leave with her. Her arms tightened around the smaller girl's waist. She wanted to give her a space where she was free to create, and now that Bosco had agreed to come home with her when the tour was over, she could do that.

She was making plans in her head when she felt Bosco start to stir. She looked down to find her stretching her arms and yawning, her head nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "Daya...?"

"I'm here, baby. I've got you." Daya smiled and held her closer, resting her head against hers.

Bosco pressed a kiss against her neck, her eyes fluttering open to find herself still being held. "Almost thought it was all a dream." She whispered sleepily, her hand moving down from Daya's hair to rest against her butterfly tattoo instead.

"I'm glad it's not." Daya said, tilting her head to press gentle kisses against Bosco's temple. Bosco giggled quietly, rubbing her eyes and hooking a leg over Daya's waist.

They laid in content silence. Bosco's fingers delicately traced over the taller girl's tattoos, stopping every now and then to squeeze her biceps and gaze at them in admiration. Daya relaxed under her touch, the gentleness of it making her close her eyes again.

Bosco traced the hem of Daya's shirt before raising it just over her stomach. She traced a finger gently over the outline of her soft abs and glanced up at her. "...You should shower with me."

Daya smiled, opening her eyes a little and leaning into her touch. "Will Angie interrogate me if I do?"

"Probably, but I'll just mention her crush on Camden that I'm not supposed to talk about. That'll hush her." Bosco gave her an innocent smile, her hands resting on Daya's sides and her thumbs stroking her skin.

Daya laughed, sitting up and pressing a quick kiss to Bosco's forehead. "Then let's go."

Bosco giggled victoriously, pulling Daya up from her bed and leading her out of the room.  She pulled her past Angie's room quickly to avoid her friend asking any questions if she saw them, grabbing two towels before taking Daya into the bathroom.

She immediately held her arms up to her once the door was shut behind them. Daya grabbed the hem of her hoodie that Bosco was still wearing, lifting it off of her and setting it to the side. "Have you been wearing that since you got here?"

"No-" Bosco said, a blush forming on her face. "...Angie makes me take it off to wash it even when I told her that gets rid of your scent on it."

"Oh you poor thing." Daya teased, getting her girlfriend to blush even more. "Should've just given you my perfume bottle to hold you over."