Fade Into You

Fade Into You

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"Are you about to kiss me?" Lizzie whispered. "Do you want me to kiss you?" I asked, a small smile on my lips as we sat much too close for this to be anything else. She exhaled out of her nose and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know if I like girls like that." "Do you want to find out?" I smiled softly, cupping her cheek and hearing her breath hitch slightly. She thought for a moment, shot her eyes down to my lips and nodded slowly as I pushed our lips together, kissing her as softly and gently as I could. With the lack of space between us, she quickly moved her hands to my waist and kissed me back with a passion that proved to the both of us that this feeling was something so much deeper than we signed up for. ___ gxg Elizabeth Olsen x Reader
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Book 2 of Guilty as Sin ... "Have you thought about me?" Wanda asked. My breath caught. I wanted to lie. I wanted to say something dry, detached, graduate-level mature. But it wouldn't come. "Every day," I whispered. That's when it happens. Her hand lifts, fingers brushing my cheek like she's trying to memorize the shape of me again. I feel the warmth of her breath before her lips ever touch mine. And then, she kisses me. Her mouth is urgent, almost angry with need, and I match it. God, I match it. My hands twist into her shirt, pulling her close like I could fall through her if I'm not careful. She tastes like mint tea and memory, familiar and foreign all at once. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp against her mouth, and she uses that breathless space to kiss me deeper, like she's trying to pour years of silence down my throat just to be closer. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect because this wasn't a reunion, it was a reckoning. ___ Wanda Maximoff x Y/N gxg

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