Marina's POV
Lana was out on the balcony smoking. She looked so hot smoking. The way she held the cigarette in her fingers, the way she brought it to her lips, the way she sucked ever so gently on the end, the way she blew out the smoke, the way her lipstick clung to the ends.
The same lipstick clung to my neck.
I sat on the couch just watching her smoke. It was pleasing, it was beautiful.
I bit my lip and walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Hey dollface" she said.
"Hey."
I looked around me. The sky was blue, as if the storm yesterday never happened. However, the ground beneath me told another story. It was soaking wet and the puddles sat on it at random intervals. Raindrops clung anywhere they could: windows, doors, railings, cars, leaves, trees.
I sighed, resting my head on Lana's shoulder.
"Lana?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
She turned in my arms "I love you too."
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dollface ❁ larina
Fanfictionin which both lana del rey and marina diamandis both hate each other but both somehow are in paris at the same time, however neither are sober enough to recognise each other and the next morning, they wake up in room 93, tangled in each others arms.
