Out Tonight

Eleven

Content warning: implied ED, SA, and body image issues
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Bosco wished she could wake up to a shining sun warming her and promising a good day. But when she opened her eyes, it was storming and ice coated Daya's window. She immediately shivered, but two arms pulled her closer.

Daya hadn't let go of her throughout the night. Even if Bosco had tossed and turned a bit from the scenes that replayed in her head. Her back was pressed against the taller girl's chest, Daya's hand resting over her heart. Bosco slid hers on top of it, leaning back against her. Her words echoed in her head. Daya loved her.

The sound of thunder made Bosco turn over and snuggle against Daya's chest, attempting to get impossibly closer. Daya hummed, opening her eyes a little. "I've got you." She whispered sleepily, pulling the blankets closer to her.

Bosco tangled her fingers in Daya's shirt, wanting so badly to feel her even closer. "Daya...?"

"Hm?" The taller girl asked, her eyes having closed again.

Bosco tugged gently at Daya's shirt, exposing the skin of her stomach just slightly. "You really love me...?"

Daya opened her eyes again. She raised a hand to Bosco's face, pressing a sleepy kiss to her lips and smiling a little. "I do." She said, her hand trailing down to Bosco's hip.

The smaller girl looked down at her hand before tugging on Daya's shirt again. "I...um..."

Daya tilted her head. "What do you need?" She asked, clearly not getting the hint from Bosco's tugging.

Bosco blushed and turned her head away, one hand pawing at Daya's side. "I want to...to feel close." She said shyly. "Like...you know."

Daya finally got it, her eyes widening a little. "O-Oh-" She stuttered, sitting up a little. "I mean- I can if you want-"

"Only if you're comfortable." Bosco looked down at her hands. The demanding persona she tried to have onstage always abandoned her once she was off of it. "I've just...never felt connection like that." She said quietly.

Daya really hadn't either. She had also never shown her body in front of anyone in this way in a very long time. Mainly because the last girlfriend she had didn't quite care for it much. She didn't like curves or the fact that Daya was a little thick in the thighs and pretty busty in the chest. But that's what happens when you date someone who only liked the idea of having a girlfriend.

"I-I am with you-" Daya stuttered, her face red. "But I'm not like, the best looking person- Definitely not like you-"

Bosco frowned a little. "Why do you say that?" She asked quietly. "I think you're pretty."

Daya fidgeted with the end of her shirt. She hadn't ever been referred to as pretty before. It gave her a bit of confidence. "I just...I've had partners in the past who weren't fond of my build." She admitted. "So I don't usually show a ton of skin unless it's like, my shirt unbuttoned or something."

Bosco already didn't care for Daya's exes. They had no idea what they were missing. And even though she wasn't exactly officially Daya's girlfriend, she couldn't help but feel a sort of pride knowing that she was loved by her now. Not them. "Well I think you're perfect."

Daya smiled a bit. "Thanks..." She said, still feeling a little hesitant before taking a deep breath and lifting her shirt over her head.

Bosco's eyes widened at the sight in front of her. Daya's chest and collarbone were decorated in ink, a butterfly right in the middle. She tried not to stare, but it was extremely hard. "...Can I touch?"