ambrosia papageorgiou, a once wonderfully talented and vibrant young girl whose life was turned upside down after getting diagnosed with leukemia.
after moving to forks, washington with her mother, abandoning her long time friends, she gets introduc...
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|AMBROSIA SMILED HAPPILY IN HER SLEEP, KNOWING THAT SHE WAS SAFE,as she latched onto the tanned woman she recently discovered was named Leah Clearwater. She was snuggled into her arms as the older hummed softly, stroking the girl's hair. They were in a wooden house, possibly a cabin, on a bed. The younger was in a floral pink dress, her hair wavy, as the tanned woman looked the same as every dream.
She felt safe and calm, as she could practically feel Leah's fingers, brushing against hers. Ambrosia's neutral face switched to a soft smile, as soon as the tanned woman entangled their hands, giving her's a light squeeze. "How was your sleep?"
Amber looked up meeting eyes with her, before planting a kiss on the older's lips. She only managed to peck her lips, before pulling back. She sighed. "Haunting." She answered.
Leah sighed sadly, hugging her imprint tighter. "It's so unfair. You don't deserve that." She whispered into Ambrosia's ears, her lips making contact with the cute, elf shaped ears, that she loved so much. The younger giggled, pushing her mate off, playfully. "Stop it." She laughed.
The tanned woman rose an eyebrow, smirking smugly. "Your ticklish aren't you?" She questioned, friskily, moving closer to her imprint and stretching her fingers, cracking her neck. She made eye contact before attacking Ambrosia with tickles. She giggled, trying to roll away, her laugh echoing against not only the house, but the woods around them.
She attempted to kick her off, but failed as she reached to cuddle her chest, blocking Leah from tickling her, only making her more eager. The tanned woman smiled sweetly, dropping the whole tickling thing, as she laid next to her imprint who was giving her suspicious glances. "What?" She asked.
"Nothing." Ambrosia spoke with mystery.
After a few moments of silence, she didn't expect it and that's why Leah straddled her waist, and continued her tickle attacks, making the younger burst out in laughter. "L-Leah! Stop!" She giggled, trying to sneak her way out of the other's grasp. After a while, Ambrosia got tired of laughing, and latched onto Leah, cuddling into her side.
"Watcha doing?"
"Your comfy." Ambrosia whined, getting closer.
"Am I just your pillow now, or what?" Leah asked playfully, raising an eyebrow, and putting on a face full of jealousy
"No." Ambrosia answered, kissing her cheek. "Your more than that." Leah smiled softly. "My whole world." She whispered so quietly, she expected the other not to pick up on it, but she did. The tanned woman indeed kept it to herself, though, not wanting to embarrass her adorably, cute imprint.
