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“There! It’s perfect!” Olivia exclaimed as she finished putting on her outfit. She carefully examined her reflection in the mirror checking for any imperfection. She was wearing a simple black t-shirt but the main focus of the look was her skirt. It was sheer black, showing off the black underwear like bottoms attached to it, and had the word “feminist” in white written all over. No one would question how much of a girlboss feminist she was after she wore this.
She padded across her room to her vanity where she applied minimal makeup, focusing mostly on light eyeshadow and thick winged eyeliner. She finished the look by placing a red satin headband on to match her bright red heels. She quickly left the room to catch the car that had been sent for her.
Sitting in the back of the car, her nerves began to get the best of her. This event was big. Everyone in the business was going to be there and she had to make a good impression. She fiddled nervously with the hem of her skirt as she thought about exactly who would be there; she was anxious to run into one person in particular. It’d been so long, what would he think of her?
She didn’t have long to worry because the car came to a sudden stop and she was there. With one quick glance out the window she smoothed out her skirt and straightened out her headband before opening the door and stepping out. She was met by flashes of light, cameras going off all around her. None were pointed at her yet, she wasn’t famous enough for that and she didn’t call any paps herself.
She made her way to the red carpet and as she posed for a few pictures she tried to channel all the feminist girl power she could. Hands on her hips, she smiled coyly at the camera. She was a girlboss. Feeling confident, she made her way to the main reception area.
Once there, she cautiously glanced around the room. She didn’t know if she was hoping he was there or not, but she wanted to know one way or another. She was just about to give up her search when suddenly she saw a familiar head of hair.
The brown curls framed a beautiful face with green eyes and dimples. He was wearing a gorgeous gucci suit and he looked lovely. Suddenly, their eyes met. Even though their pr stunt had long ended he still took her breath away. He was just so out of her league that she was lucky he even looked at her. Yes he was gay and in a relationship but he was at least nice to her. He gave a tightlipped smile and not so subtly rolled his eyes as he quickly looked away and brought his attention back to his stunning date, Louis.
She was contemplating making her way over to him when she suddenly felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She quickly turned around and was met with a beautiful girl with dyed blonde hair and a gorgeous smokey eye. The rest of her makeup was simple and let her natural beauty shine through.
She let her eyes roam over the stranger and noticed she was wearing a similar sheer skirt with an astrology pattern stitched onto it. To top it off, she was wearing a white shirt that said “we should all be feminists” in black print on the front. What were the chances that she would run into another gorgeous feminist?
“I’m Camille,” the beautiful stranger said, extending a well manicured hand out to shake and, oh. She spoke in a unique fake sounding french accent. How exotic. Olivia carefully reached out and shook her hand, feeling the warmth extending from the gentle touch.
“I-I’m Olivia,” She stuttered, feeling her face redden. The other woman simply laughed off Olivia’s nervousness and smiled.
“I know. We have, uh, something in common.” Camille said, glancing over Olivia’s shoulder. Olivia turned around and followed Camille’s gaze to find Harry.
“Oh, you were in a fake relationship with Harry too?” Olivia asked. She suddenly felt exposed as she once more made eye contact with the younger woman.
“Yes, I was,” She sighed. “Although I’m not as famous as you, it helped my modeling career.” Olivia blushed and nodded in understanding. “I don’t think he liked me very much.”
“Me neither! He kept saying how I wasn’t a good person but he was nice enough to me. Far better than I deserved” Olivia said as she bowed her head and looked up at Camille through her eyelashes.
“He said the same kind of things to me!” Camille said excitedly. “We really have a lot of things in common then, huh?” she said, glancing down at Olivia’s skirt.
“Oh, uh, yes I guess we do,” The older woman said as she blushed again. She was blushing way too much, she scolded herself.
“Should we move this conversation somewhere else? This area is much too crowded for my liking,” Camille stated in her unique way of speaking. Suddenly Olivia was very aware of just how busy the room they were in was. She nodded and Camille took that as an opportunity to take her hand, albeit a bit tentatively. She led the older woman to a quieter room. The way the room was oriented allowed for more privacy.
“So, you and Harry-“
“I don’t want to talk about him.” Camille interrupted. Taken aback, Olivia simply stared wide eyed at the french-ish girl.
“Oh, uh, what do you want to talk about then?” Olivia asked dumbly.
“Us,” she stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
“Oh,” the older woman replied again. She eyed Camille carefully thinking back to all the times she has sexualized lesbians in the past. Maybe they weren’t as yucky as she originally thought, she was beginning to see the appeal and. Woah. She had never had that thought before. What was this woman doing to her?
“Don’t be afraid,” Camille said soothingly. “You don’t have anything to be nervous about. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Suddenly shy, she added, “I just think you’re pretty and I’ve really looked up to you as a fellow feminist. I’d be so mad at myself if I saw you and let this opportunity pass me by.”
Feeling bold from Camille’s vulnerability, Olivia took a step closer to the other. She was suddenly aware that Camille had never dropped her hand. Seeing that as good of invitation as any, she reached out and took her other hand in her own. She glanced up through her eyelashes and smiled softly.
Camille’s gaze dropped from her eyes to her mouth and they were suddenly very aware of the energy in between them. She licked her lips and Camille must have taken that as an invitation to move closer because suddenly the hand that was previously held in her own was cradling her face softly.
“Is this okay?” Camille asked. Olivia hesitated for only a second before nodding. She wanted this. “Are you sure?” Camille fixed her with an intense but careful stare.
“Just kiss me already,” Olivia said.
“I just want to make sure that you’re okay with it before we-“ Camille started but was silenced by Olivia leaning forward and closing the space between them. The kiss was gentle and chaste, as Olivia’s boldness had clearly surprised them both.
They both pulled back a little and simply stared at each other before laughing a little at the situation. Two people who shared the same “ex” were kissing. How silly.
“Wow,” Camille said. “You’re better at that than I thought you would be,” she said, but her tone was light and joking.
“You’re not so bad either,” Olivia said. They shared a shy smile before once more leaning in. This time the kiss was a bit more heated, the younger one pressing against the older woman’s mouth eagerly. Just as things were heating up, they were interrupted with a sudden clearing of a throat behind them.
It was then that they remembered they weren’t alone. They leaned away from each other slowly and made eye contact before looking towards the source of the noise.
To their surprise, Harry stood there with Louis at his side. Harry was looking a bit grossed out while Louis looked more shocked than anything.
“Er, we were just passing through. We didn’t mean to uh interrupt anything. Sorry about that,” Harry said quickly, keeping his gaze firmly locked on the ground.
Camille and Olivia shared a look before breaking out into a fit of laughter. They hardly paid the two men any attention as they walked by them into the other room.
When they stopped laughing it was like they suddenly remembered what got them in the position they were currently in. Camille took one look around the room and said, “We should probably go somewhere a bit more private if we’re going to continue, no?”
Olivia thought it over quickly before realizing there was nothing she would like to do more. “Sounds perfect,” she said.
Camille smiled happily and led her out the door to a car that must have been her own. As she sat in the passenger seat and glanced down at her skirt she realized she felt none of the nervousness that had plagued her the last time she was sat in a car earlier that evening. Instead, all she felt was excitement and eagerness when she looked over at the other woman.
They locked eyes and shared a smile before Camille focused her attention back onto the road. Yes, everything was going to be just fine. They were both girlboss feminists after all. They’ve got to support one another.