Mia walked along the cold dark streets, the dreariness of the rain matched only by the longing in her heart, the desires that she felt for her companion, no, soulmate!, The beautiful woman by name of Frankie stood at the forefront of her thoughts, clouding her vision with spectres of love and lust in Frankie form.
She turned the corner into Gadbawk Avenue, marvelling at its astounding name for the thousandth time, before moving on, once again consumed by memories of running her fingers through her lovers red hair, and staring into her sparkling eyes whilst their tongues would connect.
At the thought of their kiss, Mia laughed, her startling pink hair rippling in the wind and rain, Frankie had said they "connected tubes", Mia loved the way she did that, taking something loving and making it funny as well, in fact, she was so wrapped up in her thoughts of Frankie's magnificent features and dare I say figure that she tripped, her clichéd black umbrella flung from her helpless hand as she flew forwards, directly into the arms of another.
Mia started, and began apologising profusely, before she felt the gentle hands and soft breasts of someone she knew so well.
Frankie then collapsed under the weight of her lover, falling to the pavement, with Mia collapsing right on top of her, burying herself deep into her favourite pillows.
Mia froze in her pleasure prison of fabric and flesh before hurriedly extracting herself, although with some reluctance.
"Oh my god, Frankie, I'm so sorry!, I didn't mean, I don't want to, I-
Frankie cut her off with a chuckle, looking downwards at her girlfriend sprawled across her, Mia remained silent, her pale terrified face quickly becoming a dark red.
"You look like you were hit by a bus, anymore of that and I'll have to take you in for internal bleeding"
"Gee... ...thanks for the support" Mia mumbled in an attempt to vent the awkward aura that was coursing through her along with her blood.
"Hey, don't worry" chuckled Frankie " you still look sexy in a bus accident kinda way"
"What the fuck does that even mean?"
"I have no idea" laughed Frankie, throwing her arms around Mia, forcing her to shift position quickly or be suffocated in her favourite way.
As the moment began to die down, Mia began to notice something, a cold feeling across her back, as she realised they were still cuddling in the middle of the rain.
"Hey... ...Franks?" Mia asked tentatively, "could we all go inside?"
"I'm all for reenacting every silent movie romance ever but I don't want a cold...."
"Oh, yeah!, sure" Frankie laughed again, the sound ringing through Mia's very soul and making it chime to the rhythm.
Mia shakily stood after Frankie released her, and grasped Frankies hand, helping her too to her feet.
Together they walked up Frankies extensive driveway and up to the intimidating manor-like building that Mia had grown familiar with.
They came to the porch, and stepped inside the door.
YOU ARE READING
Pringles
RomantikA cold, lonely Saturday night draws two gay lovers into each others embraces, leading to each of them learning something about the other. A fanfiction requested by my good friend Mia about her and her girlfriend Frankie.
