Unscripted Love | Lingorm

The Moment Of Truth

Orm woke to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a pale golden hue over the room. The air felt warm, heavy with the closeness of sleep, but it wasn't just the covers that cocooned her. There was a weight around her waist, soft but firm, and it took her a moment to realize what it was. Ling's arm was draped securely over her middle, pulling her close.

For a moment, Orm lay still, her mind foggy with sleep, until she felt the gentle rise and fall of Ling's chest against her back, the slow rhythm of her breath. Orm's heart skipped a beat, suddenly aware of how close they were. Ling's chin rested lightly on top of Orm's head, their bodies tucked together in a way that was both intimate and comfortable.

Careful not to wake Ling, Orm shifted slightly, turning just enough to catch a glimpse of her face. Ling's dark lashes fanned against her cheeks, her expression serene in the pale light. Orm found herself staring, captivated by the gentle curve of Ling's lips, the way her brows were relaxed, no trace of the usual tension she often wore when awake.

Her eyes traced Ling's features—the soft, cat-like slant of her eyes, her long, elegant nose, and those lips, so full and delicate. Orm couldn't help but smile to herself. She'd always known Ling was beautiful, but lying here like this, she saw it in a way that made her chest tighten with warmth.

A soft flutter of something unfamiliar stirred in her heart. It wasn't just admiration; it wasn't just friendship. There was something deeper, something she'd been pushing aside for too long. As she continued to gaze at Ling, her pulse quickened, especially when her eyes lingered a little too long on Ling's lips. A dangerous thought crossed her mind—what would it feel like to kiss her? The idea sent a jolt of nerves through her, and Orm bit her lip, trying to shake the feeling.

Just as Orm was lost in her thoughts, Ling stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, dark brown meeting Orm's wide-eyed gaze. For a moment, the world seemed to still, and neither of them moved, frozen in the quiet, intimate space they shared.

Orm's first instinct was to pull away, to put some distance between them, but when she tried to move, she felt Ling's arm tighten around her waist, holding her close.

Ling smiled lazily, her eyes half-lidded with sleep as she gazed at Orm. "You okay?" she murmured, her voice soft and warm, still thick with sleep.

Orm blinked, her mind racing, but she didn't answer right away. It wasn't until Ling's thumb began tracing slow, soothing circles on her back that she found her voice. "I... yeah, I'm fine."

Ling's smile deepened, and she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing further into Orm's. "You were having a nightmare last night," she whispered, her voice low and gentle. "I was worried."

Orm felt her breath catch. The way Ling spoke, the concern in her voice—it made something inside her melt. Before she could respond, Ling shifted closer, her chin now resting on Orm's shoulder, their faces even closer than before. Orm could feel the warmth of Ling's breath against her neck, her heart pounding in her chest.

"You're really adorable when you're flustered," Ling teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Then, with a soft giggle, she booped Orm's nose, her confidence catching Orm off guard.