"we're doing the annual starchase, but we can't find a star!" dorcas complained.
marlene answered without thinking. "you just have"
in which dorcas
chases marlene.
literally.
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"HEY MARLS" Dorcas breathed giddily. A grin was permanently fixated on her face, and as much as she tried to pull her face into a neutral expression, she couldn't. She looked down at the girl beneath her, and she could hardly breathe. She looked ethereal. Her pale skin glowed with the light that escaped through the tree canopy, a smudge of muck splattering her cheekbone. Her blonde hair fanned out around her on the forest floor, decorated with an array of leaves. Her ashy eyes glinted up at her and her pink lips curled in a small smile.
"Cass." she greeted, her voice threatening a giggle. Her eyes roamed over Dorcas' face and for a moment, Dorcas wondered if her friend found her just as beautiful as she did her. Dorcas' hand moved of it's own accord and reached out to caress her face. Marlene looked surprised but not like she particularly wanted her to stop. Dorcas quickly realised what she was doing and her dark cheeks were tinged with a blush. She rubbed gently at the mud on Marlene's face to disguise her true intentions.
"You had mud on your face." she said apologetically. "Oh." Marlene said simply, a rosy blush creeping into her face. Dorcas found herself smiling again at how adorable the blush was. They were pressed so close together Dorcas could feel Marlene's heart pounding beneath her through their robes. For a moment, it fleeted across her mind that Marlene wanted her as much as she did. She pushed the thought aside. Getting her hopes up would be stupid. She realised that Marlene was probably uncomfortable and getting crushed under her, so she made a movement to get off her.
She tensed as she felt Marlene's hands on her waist, her fingers fitting her curves like they were made for each other. She relaxed into her hold, but looked at her inquisitively. It wasn't the most platonic of gestures.
"Stay." Marlene said blankly, her silver eyes gleaming. Dorcas nodded. She didn't need any further explanation, if Marlene wanted this in the same way she did, or why she wanted her to stay. She stayed. Marlene didn't move her hands back to their original position, even though there was no longer a reason to hold Dorcas in place. Dorcas couldn't say she minded.
So there the pair lay, on the ground in the forbidden forest, during an illegal quidditch race, Dorcas' broom to their left and Marlene's still sparkling starry one to the right.
They lay there in a companionable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the way the other felt. There was no need to speak, their bodies did all the talking that was needed. Their lips were inches apart, sharing breath between them. All it would take was one of them leaning forward and this would go from something marginally sapphic to a kiss.
Dorcas wanted to kiss her so bad it ached in her chest, but in the 70s, being a lesbian was already considered predatory enough to most straight girls, and kissing her wouldn't help. So she lay there wistfully, imaging her lips on Marlene's.
Clearly, Marlene was imaging it too, because before Dorcas could react, the blonde had leaned up and connected the gap between them, pressing her lips to Dorcas' softly.
Dorcas, in shock, pulled away after a few seconds. She looked down at Marlene with wide eyes. Was she dreaming? Nope, the girl under her was the realest person in the world right now. Dorcas smiled softly before reigniting the kiss.
Dorcas kissed her innocently, allowing herself to revel in the sweet romance of the moment, kissing without tongue. Her lips were perfect. They were so smooth and warm and welcoming. It was like coming home after a long day. She allowed her hands to run briefly up Marlene's body and rested them on her neck lightly.
They lay there, lips pressed to lips for two long minutes, and soon Dorcas was itching for more. Very cautiously, she traced Marlene's lips with her tongue, requesting entrance. Knocking on the door, if you will. Marlene teased her for a few moments by holding out, and then relented, parting her lips. Dorcas slipped her tongue in immediately, tracing the walls of Marlene's mouth.
Is this what heaven feels like? She wondered to herself. The girl tasted of Yorkshire Tea and sweet honey. It was like a perfume, an aphrodisiac, a drug. She wanted more, and more, and more. She darted her tongue around elusively, every time Marlene's tongue reached for hers, she would move it swiftly. After a minute of this game, Marlene's tongue latched onto hers and they began to dance together, circling each other intimately.
Marlene's hands began to wander over Dorcas' body over her robes, running her hands over the quidditch player's legs, exploring the back of her thighs. Her pale hands neared her bum a few times, but her touch remained pure and innocent. Because of this, Dorcas was apprehensive to get handsy with Marlene, as she was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep her touch as virtuous, and didn't want to scare Marlene away, so she showed her enthusiasm by kissing Marlene harder, more wantonly, smothering her in her kiss.
Marlene's hands began to wander higher than her legs, and Dorcas felt a pleasurable pain in her bottom, chuckling into the blonde's mouth as she realised Marlene had pinched her arse. That was all Dorcas needed to know this was no longer an innocent kiss.
She let her hands explore Marlene's body, from the swell of her breasts to her long legs. Grabbing at her torso and caressing the nape of neck. Once or twice daring to brush the apex of her thighs, occasionally dropping her hands under her robes to brush her skin.
Marlene had anchored her hands into the other girl's hair, delving through her thick curls deeply. Dorcas heard a rustle of movement behind her but she wasn't going to stop this euphoria for some stupid squirrel or something. Marlene seemed a bit more concerned, moving her head to check out what it was. Unwilling to stop, Dorcas placed a hand on her cheek, holding her lips in place.
"Not that I want to interrupt my favourite gay girls getting it on, but I don't think shagging in the Forbidden Forest is particularly hygienic." a familiar voice said from above them.
Dorcas jumped in surprise, rolling off of the girl she'd just made out with and looking up at the cockblock (except neither of them have cocks) that was Sirius Black. Who, so happened to be holding the star off Marlene's broom, and was now the winner of the starchase.
Well, I've just made out with the girl of my dreams , so who's the real winner here? She reassured herself. Ever the competitive spirit, she didn't find complete solace in that statement.
"Well, McKinnon, it appears I was right. You have a big crush on Dorcas!" Sirius teased triumphantly. Dorcas' eyebrows shot up in surprise. Where was Sirius getting this from? Marlene hadn't shown even the slightest hint of interest in being anything but friends with her in the past.
"Sirius Black!" Marlene shrieked, her face tingeing scarlet with fury as she patted her baggy robes down frantically in search of her wand.
"Well, I don't have a particular death wish, so I'll be off celebrating my win. Good game, both of you." He grinned lopsidedly in a way that would make most girls swoon.
Dorcas Meadowes knew that in that moment, Marlene was the only one she-for now and the relatively near future- would be swooning for.
