IS LOVING HER A SIN? (Fem X fem reader) LGBTQ+ story

Chapter 9

As we stood on that rooftop, the city stretching beneath us, the stillness of the night wrapped around us like a comforting blanket. The twinkling lights felt almost magical, a backdrop to the conversation that was about to unfold. I turned to María, my heart pounding, and broke the silence.

"Do you ever feel like we're just... invisible?" I asked, my voice laced with vulnerability.

She looked at me, her blue eyes shimmering under the stars. "All the time. Like no one really sees us. We're just... here. But I see you, Olivia." Her words felt like a warm embrace, soothing the ache in my chest. "You matter to me."

I couldn't help but smile at that. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Sometimes I think my parents would rather pretend I don't exist than accept me for who I am."

María nodded, her expression turning serious. "Same here. My mom only cares about appearances, about what everyone thinks. I can't even be myself around her. It's suffocating." She paused, taking a deep breath. "But when I'm with you, I feel like I can breathe."

"Really?" I asked, surprised but flattered. "I feel the same way. It's like... when I'm with you, I can finally let my guard down. I don't have to pretend."

She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "You don't have to pretend with me, Olivia. I want you to be real. I want you to show me everything—the good, the bad, and everything in between."

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "It's scary to let someone in, you know? What if they don't like what they see?"

María took my hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "What if they do? What if they see how incredible you are? You're brave, Olivia. It takes a lot of courage to be who you are in this world."

Her words wrapped around me like a lifeline, and I felt a surge of emotion. "I wish I could believe that. Sometimes it feels like I'm just fighting against the tide, you know? Like I'm not strong enough to keep swimming."

"You are strong," María insisted, squeezing my hand. "You've survived this long, and that says a lot. You deserve to be happy, and I want to be part of that happiness. I want to help you find your way."

I looked into her eyes, feeling a deep connection building between us. "I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone before," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "You make me feel alive, María. Like there's hope."

María smiled softly, her expression filled with warmth. "You make me feel seen, Olivia. And I don't want to lose that. I want to hold onto this moment, this feeling, forever."

The intensity of her words sent a shiver down my spine. "Forever is a big promise," I said, teasingly.

"Maybe it is," she replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "But I think we're worth it. I think this... whatever this is... deserves a chance."

My heart raced at her confession. "You really mean that?"

"More than anything," she said, stepping even closer, our bodies almost touching. "I want to share everything with you. The good and the bad. I want us to build something real."

"Like a partnership?" I asked, intrigued.

"Exactly. No more hiding. Just us, being honest and true," she said, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with determination.

"Okay," I said softly, feeling a rush of emotions swell inside me. "Let's do it."

And then, as if the universe had conspired to bring us closer, María leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss that sent waves of warmth coursing through me. It felt electric, a spark igniting between us that promised new beginnings.

As we pulled away, I could see the affection in her gaze. "What if we're not just two girls lost in a world that doesn't want us?" I asked, my voice trembling with hope.

"Then we'll create our own world," she replied, a fierce glint in her eyes. "One where we can be ourselves, where love is enough to conquer everything."

I smiled, feeling a sense of belonging wash over me. "I like the sound of that. I want to be a part of that world, with you."

She grinned, her happiness radiating like sunlight breaking through the clouds. "Then let's make a pact. No matter what happens, we face it together. We support each other, lift each other up, and never let anyone make us feel less than we are."

"Deal," I said, my heart soaring at the thought of our shared future.

María leaned in again, her forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. "I don't want this to be a secret," she said softly. "I want to shout it from the rooftops."

"Me too," I replied, feeling a rush of courage. "I want to be proud of us."

With that, we stood together on the rooftop, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever came next. Our bond was forged in the fire of shared struggles, and in that moment, I knew we were unstoppable.