Meenbabe One-shots

Close friends

They're about to go to sleep...

Aoom focused on the gentle puffs of air fanning her neck as Meena intertwined her legs with hers. Their bodies fit together as if it had always been this way, as if they had known each other for much longer than the months of competition that brought them together. During those days, they often shared beds, seeking comfort in each other's presence amidst the chaos. At first, Aoom had thought nothing of the way her hand would instinctively settle at the small of Meena's back or get lost in the strands of her hair, but slowly, it became something more. She started to crave the warmth of Meena next to her, the way her breathing softened in sleep, the unspoken connection that made everything feel lighter.

Outside, the rain fell in soft, rhythmic patterns, the sound filling the room like a lullaby. Aoom had always loved the rain, how it created a cocoon of peace, making the world feel smaller, safer. The fresh scent of it mingled with the cozy warmth of the bed, lulling her into a tranquil state. Everything felt perfect, everything felt right...

But then, a cold hand slipped beneath her blouse and rested on her belly, pulling her from her thoughts. Meena let out an exaggerated shiver. - Brrr -she groaned dramatically, pressing closer for warmth.

Aoom smiled, her hand instinctively trailing the curve of Meena's shoulder. - I love when it rains. - she said softly, her voice nearly drowned by the gentle patter outside.

Meena hummed in agreement, snuggling tighter into her. - Yeah, except when it gets this damn cold. -

Aoom chuckled, her fingers drifting lazily over Meena's skin, savoring the warmth and the way it made her feel. - But it makes you more cuddly. -

Meena scoffed, but her lips curved into a smile. - Please, I'm always cuddly. The cold just gives me an excuse. -

Aoom laughed, her eyes lingering on the pink flush that had risen to Meena's cheeks. She had seen that expression a hundred times, but tonight it felt different. Everything did. The easy banter between them faded into a comfortable silence. Aoom's heart beat a little faster as Meena shifted, pressing closer. Her hand found its way to Meena's waist, marveling at how perfectly the younger girl fit against her.

Her fingers traced along Meena's side, sending a shiver through the girl above her. Meena sighed softly, her breath warm against Aoom's skin. For a moment, Aoom was caught in the small, tender movements, the way Meena's body responded to her touch. She hadn't planned this, hadn't expected the sudden pull of attraction that seemed to fill the air between them. But here it was, undeniable.

Meena raised her head, her gaze meeting Aoom's. The tension between them felt fragile, electric. Aoom wanted to say something, to close the space between them, but before she could, a crack of thunder shattered the moment, making Meena jump.

Aoom's heart raced, not from the storm outside, but from the storm inside her. She knew something had shifted. What had once been innocent touches, a simple closeness born from comfort, stolen kisses from time to time, now felt different. Aoom's feelings were deeper, more complicated. And they terrified her.

- Aoom... - Meena's voice broke the quiet, a soft whine in response to the sudden flash of lightning that illuminated her wide, expressive eyes. The storm outside painted the room in shades of silver and shadow, but Aoom was too captivated by the way the light caught on Meena's features, highlighting her beauty.

Without thinking, Aoom's fingers threaded through Meena's hair, her touch slow and gentle, massaging her scalp in a soothing rhythm. Meena let out a small sigh, melting into the warmth of Aoom's neck, her head resting there as if it was the safest place in the world.

- I don't like storms, - Meena mumbled, her lips brushing against Aoom's skin with every word, sending a shiver down Aoom's spine. - Why can't it just rain? Why does it have to be so loud? -