Woso imagines

Mapi and ingrid < backsides and bruises.

The night had started out innocently enough. After a long day at training, you, Ingrid, and Mapi had come home exhausted but in good spirits. There was something about your evenings together that made everything else fade away. In the privacy of your shared home, you felt safe, loved, and free to be yourself with the two women who adored you. And, of course, whom you adored in return.

Ingrid was in the kitchen, making tea, while you and Mapi had taken on the duty of putting away dishes and straightening up the space around her. Mapi, however, was being her usual playful self, only half-helping and mostly trying to get a rise out of you.

First, it was subtle. A light poke to your side when you were trying to put a glass away, her hand darting back just in time to avoid your playful swat. You glared at her, but she just grinned, her mischievous eyes sparkling with mischief.

Then she got closer, brushing her nose against your shoulder, clearly trying to distract you. "Cariño," she murmured sweetly, too sweetly, as she leaned in. Before you knew it, she had leaned over and licked the side of your face, a quick swipe of her tongue that left you gasping in surprise.

"Mapi!" you exclaimed, wiping your face with the back of your hand. "That's disgusting!"

She only cackled, utterly unrepentant, and you could tell she wasn't about to stop any time soon. She leaned in closer, her fingers playfully poking your ribs as you squirmed and laughed, caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to wring her neck (in the most loving way, of course).

"Cariñooo," she sing-songed, clearly delighted at the reaction she was getting. "You don't like my cariño?"

You narrowed your eyes, the competitive spirit in you rising. You grabbed a nearby hand towel from the sink, quickly twisting it into a makeshift weapon. With one swift motion, you snapped it at her with precision honed from years of dealing with her teasing.

The towel made a satisfying crack as it met its target, landing squarely on Mapi's backside. She let out a yelp, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal as she turned to you, clutching her rear. "¡Ay! Cariño, that hurt!" she exclaimed, a pout forming on her lips as she rubbed the spot where you'd struck.

But before you could revel in your small victory, you noticed a familiar figure in the doorway. Ingrid was standing there, arms crossed, her piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the scene. She looked at you, then at Mapi, and back at you again. Her lips were pressed together in what you knew to be her "you're in trouble" look.

"Ingrid," you started, a bit of nervous laughter slipping into your voice. "It's not what it looks like."

Ingrid raised an eyebrow, that calm and steady demeanor making you squirm. "Not what it looks like?" she repeated, her Norwegian accent thick and unmistakably beautiful, though it carried a hint of disapproval this time. "Because it looks like you just attacked Mapi with a towel."

Mapi, ever the dramatic one, seized the opportunity to play up the moment. She sniffled, her eyes big and sad as she looked at Ingrid, pointing at you as if you'd committed an unspeakable crime. "Sí, Ingrid! She hit me, hard!" she whined, clutching at Ingrid's arm like a wounded puppy.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. "She started it!" you protested, gesturing toward Mapi. "She was licking my face and poking me, so I just... reacted!"

Ingrid's expression didn't soften, though her eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement as she glanced between you and Mapi. She reached over, her hand finding Mapi's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Mapi," she said softly, "perhaps you should stop bothering cariño if you don't want to be attacked."

Mapi pouted but nodded, the mischief in her eyes dimming slightly as she moved to stand beside Ingrid, looking only a tiny bit remorseful. "Okay, okay. Lo siento, cariño."

Ingrid, however, wasn't finished with you. She took a step closer, her gaze fixed on you with that calm authority that always made your knees weak. She reached out, brushing her fingers under your chin and tilting your head up so you had no choice but to meet her eyes.

"Cariño," she murmured, her voice soft but firm. "Next time, try to be the bigger person, hm?"

You nodded, feeling your resolve melt under her steady gaze. "Yes, Ingrid. I'll be good, I promise."

Her lips quirked into a small smile, clearly pleased with your response. "Good girl," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Her hand lingered on your shoulder, grounding you, before she finally pulled back and turned toward the kettle, which had just finished boiling.

Mapi, apparently satisfied with your promise, sidled up to you with a grin, nudging you playfully as she whispered, "You got off easy."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that crept onto your face. Ingrid's soft reprimand had left you feeling warm, and despite the slight sting of embarrassment, you knew she'd done it out of love. After all, she always had a way of keeping the peace between you and Mapi, making sure your playful squabbles never went too far.

The three of you settled into the living room after that, cups of tea in hand as you curled up on the couch together. Mapi nestled against your side, her head resting on your shoulder, while Ingrid wrapped her arm around you both, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your arm.

For a moment, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the warmth of their presence filling you with a sense of contentment you could never quite put into words. Being with them was like coming home; they were your safe place, your family, your loves.

Mapi broke the silence with a soft chuckle, her voice muffled against your shoulder. "You know, cariño, you looked really cute when you were all flustered back there."

You rolled your eyes, nudging her playfully. "Don't push it, Mapi," you warned, though the smile on your face softened the words.

Ingrid laughed softly, her hand finding yours as she squeezed it gently. "I think you both looked cute. Trouble, yes, but cute."

Your heart swelled at her words, and you couldn't help but lean into her touch, basking in the warmth of her presence. "Well, I'm lucky to have both of you," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mapi looked up, her eyes softening as she reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "And we're lucky to have you."