a fluffy filler dedicated to silkjins for being a total sweetheart
CHAPTER FOUR
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OF LAVENDER DRESSES AND SOFT TOUCHES
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2006.
the afternoon sun wept buttery, canary hues into priya's room, exuding chartreuse sap into the milky skies, and also the milky flesh of kim jennie. long, gaunt fingers trailed along the smoothness of her back, admiring every inch of it like a prized possession before zipping up the thin lavender fabric that hugged jen's smaller frame. priya's hands curled around jen's bare shoulders with poise as her lips stretched into a wide grin that bore the brilliance of a thousand suns.
"so, do you like it?"
jen's eyes wended over the purple dress, examining every pleat, crease, and rumple of the purple cloth that hung below her knees with adoration, eyes beaming crescents. "i love it,"
priya's smile had grown even wider by the second jen thought her face would split in half from the impact. "i-i designed it," she mumbled shyly, a shade of coral blooming on her cheeks at the compliment. "kun mae helped stitch it up for me... it's yours now,"
at her words, her thoughts whirred, tangled themselves convoluted as she struggled to formulate a response. jen's her dubious conscience did not help either; she was yet to decide if she were to go for a kiss. "i– you... you're kidding," was what she managed to get out in the end, hands clutching the lace hem of the dress.
"i am most certainly not," priya muttered; and there was this raspy quality to her voice again that rendered her knees weak, no longer capable to support her stance properly. thankfully, priya's firm hands held her up, resting on the curve of her hips, leaning her forehead against hers as she whispered: "take it as an early birthday gift from me, even though your birthday's not until winter. it belongs to you now."
priya slid her hands upon jen's cheeks, bronze palms a stark contrast against jen's ivory skin. jen let summer's estival heat soak up her being – or was it induced by her touch? – and embalmed it as a memory in her mind. no words were exchanged between the two, but jen could feel her carving down more memories into her skin, flimsy fingertips roaming the spanse of alabaster flesh with immaculate tenderness. jen was on the verge of bursting at the seams of both her skin and dress.
they froze between the spaces of moments.
time was at a standstill with priya - it always was. scenes captured between spared seconds like a photograph, movements slow and viscuous like marmalade her eomma used to whip up every sunday. time slipped away past their fingertips, becoming nonexistent. the nubs of their noses were grazing now, priya's fingers resting on the base of her neck. the softest of touches: eyelashes fluttering against cheeks, breath against breath. a certain craving was present underneath their flesh, hungry and throbbing. jen closed her eyes as they began swaying to the music that played inside their heads, movements a close resemblance to the tides raging in their hearts, touch reminiscent of the soft caress of 2005's autumnal winds.
a/n; vixen lisa is such concept tho like,,, honestly i love making her the dominant character in this fic eventhough she's younger also, thank you so much for 500+ i dont deserve this !!
