Enamor - Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader (WLW)

11 - Happy Little Accidents

It was your first day as Caitlyn's official girlfriend. To no one's surprise, she immediately told her parents, who confessed they were shocked the two of you hadn't started dating much earlier. Nevertheless, they supported—and even encouraged—your relationship.

They seemed to playfully tease Caitlyn for not having had any previous partners by the age of 20. Of course, that was largely due to how intensely they sheltered her, so whose fault was her lackluster love life, really?

Since you'd already been so close for so long, you quickly decided to start sleeping in her room, cuddling up to her as the day wore on. You couldn't help wanting to be near her—Caitlyn was the warmth and comfort you had missed for so many years.

That's where you were now, leaning against her while she worked on some studies for the final exams of her Enforcer Academy training. Despite your dislike for Enforcers, you had to admit that Caitlyn's kind-hearted nature would be a gift to the organization.

Suddenly, Caitlyn stops writing, placing her hand on the small of your back. She looks over at you, stars in her eyes. Curious, you can't help but try to understand her sudden shift in mood. "Hmm?" you hum, gently questioning her.

"I just had a great idea," she explains, sliding her hand across your form to find yours, giving it a light squeeze to show her affection. Her love language is touch, if you couldn't already tell by now.

"And what's that?" you ask, looking down at her with just as much affection. She smiles softly, her mood lifting even more at your loving expression. "I was thinking we could do a few couple-y things?" she suggests, a blush coloring her cheeks.

"Like...?" At that, Caitlyn pauses. "I haven't actually come up with any ideas yet." You stifle a soft giggle, amused. It wasn't that funny, but it made you happy—giddy even—to see her trying so hard in a relationship that had only just begun. And all for you, no less.

"I'm sure we'll figure it out, Cait. Don't sweat it." She nods, suddenly a little sheepish. You reminded yourself that she was bound to be awkward. Even if this was your first relationship too, you had arguably socialized a lot more than she ever had.

Given her parents' strange, albeit loving, dynamic, she must have a very loose, pieced-together idea of what a relationship should look like and what love truly means.

And in your time down in the Lanes, you learned everything to not do, both in a relationship and in general. Despite the difference in relative experience, you figured that everything would be fine between you two.

Later that night, you and Caitlyn were drawing on your respective canvases—two small ones that you swapped back and forth, creating silly art pieces together. You had first passed her your canvas, which featured a moon painted in shades of blue, and she handed you hers, a purple flower.

"Aww, that's cute," you mumble, gently tapping the end of your brush against the edge of the table, trying to spark some ideas. You glance up to see Caitlyn focused intently on painting birds around the moon. She was concentrating so hard she had subconsciously started biting her lip.

You smile, your hand stilling as you take a moment to admire her beauty—the shape of her face, the hue of her hair, her sapphire eyes. Everything about her held your gaze.

You were completely lost in your own world, mindlessly gawking. You couldn't help but wonder why it had taken you so long to realize how effortlessly gorgeous she was. The way every movement of hers carried grace and complexity had escaped your notice for far too long.

Or maybe it hadn't. Maybe the thrumming of your heart in your ears all those years ago wasn't just from the adrenaline of hearing a rifle go off so many times. Maybe it was Caitlyn all along—her perfection triggering a response in you that you wouldn't recognize for years.