Quiet Is My Middle Name

...

Trini could picture her perfectly.

Her cheekbones, the curve of her lips, her perfectly sculpted brows, and endlessly beautiful eyes... Kimberly Hart, Trini thinks, is nothing short of beautiful.

Over the past couple months, she'd gotten to know Kimberly Hart—the real Kimberly Hart, not the fairytale princess everyone (had once) made her out to be. She'd seen Kimberly cry, held her during particularly scary scenes in the horror movies Trini forced upon her on their movie nights, and she'd heard the enchanting laugh that bubbled from deep within Kimberly's chest when she found something particularly funny.

Trini wasn't sure if it was even possible for anyone to be more perfect.

As an artist, Trini likes to take photographs. Her camera is like her baby, and she protects it at all costs. Whenever she sees something beautiful, she takes a picture, and usually said picture would become the next model for her sketches.

Lately, it seemed like Kimberly Hart had taken her attention away from the usual scenery.

She grabs her camera and plops down at her desk, flicking through her most recent pictures until she lands on her favorite of Kimberly. Her eyes are looking at something outside of the shot, though Trini wouldn't be able to tell you what it was due to her focus remaining solely on Kimberly when this picture was taken. A wide smile is plastered on her face, eyes twinkling with amusement. Her hair is tucked behind her ear on one side, revealing her jawline. There's something so innocent in the happy expression on her face that Trini admires.

She pulls her sketchbook from the secret spot she'd built into the underside of her desk, flipping to the half-finished drawing she'd started. There had been many attempts to perfect this picture into Trini's sketchbook, but they'd all ended up tossed in the corner beside the waste bin. Despite her many efforts, Trini couldn't find a way to perfect Kimberly Hart in her art. The girl was simply to ethereal for Trini's mediocre sketching ability.

(At least, in her eyes her work is below average, though that's not what others think.)

(That's not what Kimberly thinks.)

Trini doesn't notice the knocks on her window at first, too absorbed in her own mind for it to truly register. It isn't until her window is being forcefully opened and she hears the lock snap that she scrambles to turn off her camera, jumping from her seat and flipping around to face none other than Kimberly Hart in all her beautiful glory.

"Hey, princess." Kimberly greets, shrugging off her jacket and approaching Trini, reaching around her to hang it on the back of the desk chair. Trini doesn't dare move, her heart pounding in her chest because, fuck, Kimberly Hart is standing so close and, fuck, she knew what she was doing, too.

"H-Hi..."

"Hope you don't mind, I accidentally broke your window a little bit. You really shouldn't lock it; how else am I gonna sneak up to see you?"

"It's made me feel safer, since..." Trini doesn't need to say anymore for Kimberly to understand, reaching up to brush strands of hair behind Trini's ear and cupping her cheek. After all, Kimberly had been the one to call her late at night when she felt Trini's fear through the bond after Trini woke up from nightmares where she relived Rita nearly killing her in her own bedroom.

"I guess next time I'll shoot you a text so you can leave it open for me, yeah?" Kimberly reassures, earning a smile from Trini in response. "I'm sure Billy can fix it tomorrow. But for now..."

Trini's heart swells as Kimberly leans down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She barely feels Kimberly leading her to the bed until the back of her knees hit the edge and Kimberly is climbing on top of her, her mind soaring far above cloud nine. Trini's heart thumps in her chest when Kimberly lets out a throaty moan, trying desperately to catch her breath when their lips part.