Almost Unreal | Violentine One-Shots

I Told The Stars About You | Fluff

"Don't you just love this time of night?" questions Clementine as she gazes out of the open window towards the night sky far above her head. Her golden eyes flit from star to star as she maps out the familiar constellations and traces the deep indigo hues against the otherwise coal-black sky.

"Are the stars out?" calls Violet from within the living room. Clementine leans back against the windowpane as she cranes her neck into the dimly lit room. Violet's sitting on the sofa, eagerly lacing up her shoelaces with increasing speed.

Clementine feels a smile form on her face as she observes her wife. Violet and Clementine are both in their late twenties, but when the stars are out at night Violet regresses to her younger self, captivated by the stars and the memories they hold.

"Yes," replies the brunette as she turns back to the window. She smiles to herself as she breathes in the fresh night air of a heralding evening, still cold with the late March weather.

Two arms gently slope around Clementine's waist and the brunette inhales at the unexpected contact, smiling broadly as she turns her head and looks Violet in the eyes. Clementine places her own hands around her wife's in utter contentment.

Violet hums softly, her breath tickling the curve of the younger woman's neck. "They're beautiful tonight," she whispers, once more making eye contact with Clementine. Violet smiles even wider, pressing a singular kiss on her wife's mouth despite the awkward angle. "They're beautiful just like you," she says, closing her eyes and resting her head in the crux of Clementine's soft neck.

Clementine bites her lip and turns her face forward so she's once more gazing out of the window and into the night. "You're just saying that because we're newlyweds," she says with a blush on her cheeks as Violet places a series of kisses along her skin, starting at her shoulder and culminating at the base of her cheek. "It feels like someone's trying to win brownie points to start this marriage off right," the brunette says with a chuckle.

"I'm not trying to earn brownie points Clementine," replies Violet as she hugs the brunette a little tighter, "I love you, let me be affectionate."

"Well if you insist," says Clementine in a joking manner as she spins around and lets Violet hold her close in a hug. The brunette skims her fingertip up Violet's cheek tucking a strand of hair that's fallen in front of her face back behind her ear.

"I love you; you know that don't you?" asks Violet as she sways with Clementine in the moonlit soaked corner of their living room.

"And I love you," replies Clementine as she rests her outstretched arms over her lover's shoulders, swinging along with Violet to the imaginary tune of a song neither woman can hear but both latch on to.

"Come on Citrus Honey," says Violet with a wink as she pulls her wife towards the door.

"Don't call me that," says the brunette with a grin, "it sounds like a strippers name or something."

Violet shrugs as she steps out into the night, wrapping her free arm around her body as she pulls Clementine closer. "I like it," mutters Violet, her breath clouding in front of her face, "it's sweet just like you," she says as she grins at her new wife.

Clementine rolls her eyes and takes Violet's hand as the couple make their way up the gentle slope of a grassy hill, all the while muttering sweet nothings to each other in the silence of the night. Clementine spreads out the thick picnic blanket on the slightly dewy grass and looks up at the stars while she waits for her wife to join her by her side.

Violet lays down on the soft furnishings of the woollen blanket, closing her eyes while she savours the scents of winter seeping through the air. Clementine sits by her wife's side, looking down at Violet with love and affection carried over in her eyes.