Set in modern day life, but with quite a change in todays society's standards.Especially in London. London had reverted back to their 19th century ways, and gothic Lolita fashion was all the rage. One day (Reader) (Last Name), an aristocrat who's fa...
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(Reader) took a moment to register what was happening but once she did, she kissed Flower back. Once Flower felt (Reader) kiss her back, she began to kiss her deeper. Her lips swiftly and softly moving along (Reader)'s. (Reader) wrapped her hand around Flower's neck, getting up onto her knees; and straddling Flower's waist.
Flower moved her hands from (Reader)'s face, down to her waist. She bit the bottom of (Reader)'s lip, causing a gasp to emit from (Reader); allowing Flower to slip her tongue inside (Reader)'s mouth, causing the kiss to get deeper. (Reader) and Flower's tongues faught for dominance, until (Reader) gave in and allowed Flower to win the fight.
(Reader) felt Flower's hand snake up her back, and start unbuttoning her dress. (Reader) was shocked, and pulled away from Flower. "Flower, stop." (Reader) said frantically. "Why?" Flower's face looked worried. "I-I don't...this isn't what a lady should do. Especially with another lady." (Reader) said, her breathing heavy and her cheeks red.
(Reader) had never kissed someone before. Let alone, the way she kissed Flower. She didn't want to stop kissing the boyish girl, but she worried they'd go further than just a kiss. Flower didn't say anything, she simply fixed the buttons she had undone. Flower silently help (Reader) get off her waist, and back onto the ground.
Flower's heart raced. She didn't know what came over her, but she knew that she didn't want the feeling to end. Ever since she first layed eyes on (Reader), all of her old memories began to flood her mind. And her past feelings came with those memories. Along with the pain and agony they brought. "We should try to get some sleep. We have a long ways to before we reach the Distortionist." Flower spoke up, after taking a few minutes to gather her composure. (Reader) just nodded her head in response.
"We need to find something to use as a sling for that arm of yours, however." Flower announced whilst hopping up. "There must be something we can use." Flower muttered. "We could use my dress."
"What!?" Flower's voice cracked, causing (Reader) to let a giggle to slip out. "The skirt of my dress is already torn up. It wouldn't be hard to tear the fabric off."
"Oh, right."
"That said. I believe it would be far to painful for me to do it on my own. So you would most likely have to do it on your own." (Reader) spoke softly. Flower nodded, and knelt down it front of (Reader). "Lift up your skirt a little." Flower spoke in a low voice. (Reader) did as Flower requested and lifted her skirt just a smidge. Flower carefully tore off a long strip of fabric, and began making a makeshift arm sling.
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About three hours had passed, and (Reader) was sound asleep. Flower, however, was not. She was to worried about the Card gaurds coming back. She feared they would take her back to the Red palace, where she would would have to face the Red Queen. A woman whom Flower dispised with all her being.
Flower was quickly snapped out of her thoughts, as she felt (Reader) cuddle up againts her. Still sound asleep. Flower hestently wrapped her arm around (Reader)'s waist. She felt (Reader) rest her head on her shoulder. (Put your head on my shoouuuuldeerrrrr) She carefully rested her head on (Reader)'s, and began to dirft alseep.
Author's note FUCK! I'm back at square one! Zero. Energy. Zero. Motavation. Sorry about how short the chapter is. But! I wanted to take the time to add a little mystery around Flower. I do have an entire story line for this, which more than I can say about most of the fanfics I write.O_o But I decided to stop procrastinating and write the fucking chapter. Thank you so so so so SO much for all the reads, all the reads, all the comments. Imma be real y'all. I really didn't think, and still don't think, my writing and writing style was/is good enough to get this kind of support. So thank you. You guys reading this are fucking awesome! My God this is a long author's note. Whishing GHOST nothing but the best. Thanks for reading. Share, comment, and vote. Bye!
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