Ti Amo [Discontinued]

Three

Words: 3226

Warnings: Evelyn has a wet dream right at the beginning but it's short, don't worry; church; homophobia; the parents are arguing; racism; food

Maia curled her hands around Evelyn's wrists, pushing her to Maia's bed. Maia kissed the tip of Evelyn's nose, her warm breath tickling Evelyn's face. It smelled of strawberry, and Evelyn found herself liking the smell.

A thumb brushed against Evelyn's cheekbone, cold, but familiar, and she remained silent, breathing heavily, waiting for Maia to make her next move, eyes falling to Maia's lips. The thumb made its way down her neck and she shivered expectantly.

Maia's lips found their way to Evelyn's, and the taller girl closed her eyes, kissing back slowly. Evelyn shook with nerves and giddiness- she was excited. She'd been dreaming about this moment for months. Dreaming.

Maia's hand trailed lower, stopping on Evelyn's waist. Their lips broke apart, and Evelyn opened her eyes. "Can... Can we do that again?" She whispered, not wanting to destroy the moment, hoping that Maia would agree.

"Fuck yeah," Maia whispered back, connecting their lips, hand finding its way even lower. Evelyn gasped as Maia's hand made contact with her-

And she woke up, groaning, finding herself sweaty- and hard. It was a dream. Of course.

***

One cold shower later, and Evelyn was off to church. Church was... Well, church. Cold, boring, full of old people. But the sermon had been about loving people, and about gay people in particular, and about how you should love gay people and bi people and ace people and trans people and all people, and how judging people is a sin, and Jesus said to love thy neighbour, gay or not. That made Evelyn's heart warm, and a grin plastered itself on her face, although it was wiped off when her father suggested moving churches.

"I like this church," her mother responded.

"They think we should love homosexuals."

"Everyone has flaws, dear."

"But homosexuals? That's like asking me to love a murderer."

"Homosexuals don't kill people, though."

"Do you remember the AIDS epidemic? And you're defending the homosexuals, Andrea? Is there something you want to tell me?" Evelyn's father spat, venom in every word.

"I'm not saying I like the homosexuals, I'm just saying that I don't want to move churches. This church is very good how it is, and we'll just have to put up with the homosexuals."

"I don't like it."

"You don't like anything!" Her mother yelled. "Nothing pleases you! Just shut up and stop complaining for once!"

"No, how about you shut up? You criticize everything I do!"

Evelyn sighed, and out her headphones on to try and drown out the arguing. It half worked, and there were still voices, but Elvis drowned the worst of it out.

"You ain't nothing but a hound dog," the man sang, and Evelyn found herself relaxing. She wasn't the biggest Elvis fan, but she liked the voice the man had, and his dancing was funny. To be honest, she much preferred people like Michael Jackson, but her parents weren't the biggest fans of black people, which was really fucking ridiculous.