butterfly | H.S

sixteen

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may 28, 1972
5:00 pm

— Harry had fled Bambi's home a little more than a few hours ago, the girl still cracking up in childish giggles from the incident earlier this morning.

She and Harry had a frisky bicker only minutes after Angela barged into her bedroom- Harry threatening to steal back his shirt when the puppy snatched her knickers from his pocket. But since Bambi refused to take the shirt off, Harry made a proposal- being that she could keep his clothing as long as he can keep the flimsy material to himself.

Considering that the butterfly was still wrapped up in his long sleeve- you could say Harry left the cottage a happy boy.

Currently Bambi is wandering in the garden- vanilla socks bunched up at her ankles as she helps please the thirst of surrounding plants' with her honeycomb yellow watering can. The balmy sun bakes her skin whilst she prances around the alluring sanctuary- the metal tin smacking against her thigh with every leap to a nearby garden bed.

The doe was trying to kill some time till Harry comes back to pick her up- each passing sixty seconds feeling like ten minutes as she regularly watches the ticking clock on her wrist.

"Bambi- babe! Harry's here!" She hears her mother behind her, the butterfly perking up at the one sentence she's wanted to ring in her ears since her lover left mere minutes after dawn.

The petal drops the tin without question as she skips across the yard- stopping at one of the water fountains just to check her reflection in the clear water.

Once Bambi has fixed a few strands of hair and wiped a smudge of dirt off her nose- she heads to the french doors that'll welcome her inside her home. Through the glass panes of the windows she can already see her father and the pretty man engrossed in a conversation- Bambi smiling as she pushes the handle of the door down, making her presence known as it creaks open.

Harry and Thomas break the conversation when they notice Bambi stalk in- Mr. Petal shaking his head in disapproval at her lack of clothing. "Princess can you please go upstairs and change. We have a guest."

Little did he know. Bambi mocks in her head- the darling also not failing to notice the smug look on her lover's face and the hint of lust in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Bambi quickly goes to her room and changes out of Harry's long sleeve with a pout- stripping out of the tiny shorts before pulling on a sundress. The berry decides to go with one that hugs her figure more instead of her usual loose ones- this dress being virgin to Harry's eyes since she got it while he was away.

Bambi runs a wood brush through her hair twice before adjusting the strap on her lower shoulder- grabbing a glass nearby and spritzing on a perfume that always makes Harry want to bury his face in her neck and sponge a kiss.

Once she's finished she grabs her famous lip gloss and swipes a single layer of clear strawberry across her bee stung lips- knowing she'll need it with the amount of loving she better be getting tonight.

Bambi goes back downstairs and instead to see Harry and her father still talking like she expected- she spots her parents on the couch and her dreamer waiting for her by the door.