Out Tonight

Eight

There was something about the way Bosco looked in Daya's shirts that made the taller girl melt. When she emerged from the bathroom after her own shower, Daya was met by the sight of Bosco adjusting the blankets and pillows on her bed into a little nest-like space. She watched her crawl into it, her stuffed horse tucked beside her as she gazed out the window.

This version of Bosco was so different compared to the one onstage. But she was still the same girl, and either way, Daya was falling for her. She pulled her hair back as she approached the bed. "I can sleep on the couch if you'd like." She said. Even after what had happened, she was worried about potentially pushing boundaries. "I don't want-"

"Too cold for the couch. And I want you here..." Bosco said, looking up at her in wait for her to join her in the bed. The apartment was colder now with the heater in Maddy and Jasmine's apartment for the night, but it still felt warmer than her own. "Please..."

Daya couldn't turn that down. Not with the way Bosco looked at her. So she climbed into bed beside her, the smaller girl immediately tucking herself under her arm and laying her head on her shoulder.

"You're sure you were comfortable with what I did?" She asked quietly, her fingers grazing over the material of Daya's shirt. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Daya watched her hand, her own resting on the smaller girl's waist. "Of course I wasn't uncomfortable." She answered. "Would I have kissed you if I was?"

Bosco blushed. They hadn't talked about it yet. "Um...maybe?" She said softly. The first girl she kissed hadn't exactly been the best experience.

Daya's smile wavered. She leaned closer to her, trying to get the point across. "You didn't make me uncomfortable, I promise."

Bosco glanced at Daya's lips before up at her eyes. She moved a little closer, her leg resting against the other girl's. "...So would you do it again?"

It was Daya's turn to blush. "W-Would you like me to?"

Bosco moved closer again, trying not to draw too much attention to the fact she was moving into Daya's lap. "Maybe..."

Something had definitely shifted. And while still a little awkward and shy, their movements were a little more sure and braver. Daya cupped Bosco's cheek in her hand, pulling her closer and brushing her lips against her forehead.

Bosco squealed a bit, hiding her face against Daya's neck as she slipped herself into her lap. The taller girl was slowly starting to warm up to this sort of touch, laying her arms over her waist. Bosco felt so small in her arms.

But as she curled up closer, the blanket was tossed to the side for a moment and exposed Bosco's legs. That's when Daya saw them. The little purple marks dotting Bosco's thighs. Ones she hadn't seen earlier. Her eyes widened.

"...I didn't do those, did I?" She asked in a nervous whisper.

Bosco was confused until she followed her gaze. Her body went stiff in Daya's arms, and she quickly pulled the blanket over her legs. "N-No, those weren't you..." She said in a whisper. "You weren't supposed to see those..."

Daya became uneasy. She knew she hadn't touched Bosco hard enough to leave any marks, but someone had. And that was scary to think about. "W-Who touched you that hard...?" Daya whispered. "Those don't look like normal bruises you'd get from bumping into something."

Bosco reached for her stuffed animal, squeezing its hooves and looking down. She curled up further into herself, huddled against Daya's chest like being there would protect her. "Some men get a little too grabby..." She whispered. "I use concealer so nobody sees them."