Lesbian one shots

Something About You - Mapi x OC

Mapi Léon x Chloé Laurent

I stand in the small, sunlit kitchen, my fingers trembling slightly as I chop the vegetables. I glance at the clock, noting how quickly time is slipping away. Mapi would be here any minute. The thought of her arriving filled me with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been a month since the day in the hospital in the hospital the day where our necklaces reunited and the day we decided to give our relationship another chance, and tonight feels like a milestone.

Determined to make everything perfect, I've decided to cook a meal from scratch. I've spent hours scouring the internet for recipes, finally settling on a dish I hope Mapi will love. Spaghetti meatballs and garlic bread. The kitchen is filled with the rich aroma of garlic and herbs as I move around, trying to keep her focus. Just as I'm slicing a particularly stubborn carrot, the knife slipped. I let out a small yelp, dropping the knife and clutching my finger. Blood wells up from the cut, and I stare at it in dismay. "Great timing," I mutter under my breath, heading to the sink to rinse the wound.

The sound of the doorbell rings through my apartment, making my heart leap. "Come in, it's open!" I called, hoping my voice doesn't betray my flustered state. Mapi steps in, her presence instantly filling the room with warmth. "Hey, I brought some wine," she says, holding up a bottle with a smile that makes my heart race. But the smile fades as Mapi notices the pained look on my face. "What happened?" I held up my finger, now wrapped in a makeshift tissue bandage. "Just a little accident. Nothing serious." Mapi's brow furrows with concern as she sets down the wine and moves towards me. "Let me see," she says softly, taking my hand in hers. Her touch is gentle, yet it sends electric sparks through my skin.

My cheeks flush as Mapi inspects the cut. "It's not that bad, really," I murmur, but my voice sounds distant to my ears. Mapi doesn't reply. Instead, she opens a drawer, rummaging around until she finds a plaster. With careful hands, she begins to clean and dress the wound. My heart pounds in my chest, my blush deepening with each second that Mapi's fingers brush against my skin. "You need to be more careful," Mapi states gently, but her eyes are soft, her expression is tender.

My breath hitches. As I try to focus on anything else. the simmering pot on the stove, the sound of traffic outside. But all I can see is Mapi, all I can feel is the closeness of our bodies. As Mapi smoothes the plaster over my finger, she finally looks up. Our eyes met, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still. Mapi's gaze is intense, filled with an emotion that makes my heart flutter wildly. "Chloé," Mapi whispers, her voice barely audible. "Why are you blushing?" I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. I feel vulnerable, my feelings lay bare. "I just... I..." I stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Mapi's eyes soften even more, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She leans in slowly, giving me ample time to pull away, but I don't. I couldn't. Instead, I feel myself drawn in, closing the distance between us. "Why are you nervous?"
"I... I don't know, there must be something about you" She kisses me. The kiss is soft, tentative at first, Mapi's lips brushing against mine in a gentle caress. I feel my knees go weak, a wave of warmth spreading through my entire body. I respond, my hand reaching up to rest against Mapi's cheek, deepening the kiss slightly, feeling the connection that has never truly faded.

When we finally pulled apart, both breathless, our foreheads resting together. I can see the same mix of relief and happiness in Mapi's eyes that I feel in my own heart. "I've missed you," Mapi whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I've missed you too," I reply, my voice trembling. I realize then that this moment, this connection, that I've been yearning for. The meal, the perfect evening, all of it paled in comparison to the simple joy of being with Mapi. As we stand here, wrapped in each other's embrace, I know that we're truly beginning a new chapter. It won't be perfect, but it will be ours. And that's enough.

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The dishes are finally done, and the kitchen is tidied up. Me and Mapi shared a wonderful meal, filled with laughter and easy conversation. The tension of the past months seemed to melt away as we reconnect, finding comfort in each other's presence. Now, we're nestled on the sofa, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering shadows around the room. I snuggle closer to Mapi, feeling the warmth of her body on my own. We've chosen a light-hearted romantic comedy, something that wouldn't require too much attention but still provides a backdrop to our evening. I smile to myself, feeling content and more relaxed than I have in a long time.

Mapi's arm is draped around my shoulders, her fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of my hair. The simple gesture is soothing, and I feel my eyelids grow heavy. The combination of the meal, the wine, and the comfort of Mapi's presence is a potent mix, and I find myself struggling to keep my eyes open. "You okay?" Mapi's voice is soft, her breath is warm against my ear. I nod, tilting my head to look up at Mapi. "Yeah, just a bit sleepy," I murmured, a small smile playing on my lips. Mapi chuckles softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Long day?"
"Something like that," I reply, my voice trailing off as a yawn escapes my lips.

Mapi pulls me a little closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head. "Then just relax. You don't have to stay awake for the movie." I want to protest, to stay awake and savor every moment of this evening, but the comfort of Mapi's arms and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest is too inviting. I feel myself drifting, the voices from the movie becoming a distant hum. In my half-awake state, I'm aware of the steady beat of Mapi's heart beneath my ear. I feel safe, cherished. My mind wandering back to the kiss in the kitchen, the way Mapi had looked at me with such tenderness. It was a look that promised new beginnings, and it filled me with a sense of hope I hadn't felt in a long time.

I feel Mapi shift slightly, adjusting our position so that I'm more comfortably nestled against her. My last coherent thought is how perfect this moment is, how right it felt to be here, in Mapi's arms. As I drift off, Mapi's voice comes to me through a haze of sleep. "Goodnight, Chloé," she whispers, her tone filled with affection. I mumbled a response, something incoherent even to my own ears, but it doesn't matter. What matters is the warmth and the feeling of being held. The movie plays on, but I was already lost to the world of dreams, my heart fills with a deep, contented happiness.

Mapi looks down at me, a soft smile on her lips. She brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, watching me sleep. In this quiet moment, Mapi feels a profound sense of peace. She knows there will be challenges ahead, but right now, with me sleeping soundly in her arms, everything felt just right. As the movie continues to play, Mapi leans back, resting her head against the sofa. She closes her eyes, savoring the closeness and the soft, steady rhythm of my breathing. For the first time in a long while, Mapi feels truly at home.

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