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The first thing Luz felt when she woke up was a tug on her side and something warm. Very, very, warm. Without opening her eyes, from the softness and smoothness of the thing her head lie against and the intermittent sounds of soft snoring, Luz remembers. She was asleep on Amity’s shoulder, in her arms, and her bed.
With a quiet grunt, the brunette opens her eyes to see a slit of sunlight reflecting off of her girlfriend’s face. Her clear porcelain skin, her rosy pink lips, she really was the best thing in the world wasn't she? But of course the sunlight on her face could only mean that the sun had risen, which meant it was time for the human to return home. Titan, did she hate this part.
She thought it best if she slipped away without disturbing Amity, so that's what she wanted to do. Of course that is more simple thought then performed. Amity’s arm was reached behind Luz’s back her hand planted on her side, while Luz laid on her left shoulder, both arms around the purple-haired girl’s midriff. Not to mention that evil witch of a girlfriend had tangled their legs together. Would Luz ever escape?
Ever so slowly, the human slipped her legs from the grasps of Amity’s silk pajama-clad clutch, leaving her free legs only inches from Amity’s own. After two minutes of intense focus, her bottom half was free. She would constantly check her lover’s sleeping face, only ever scrunching up once, still snoring softly, her chest moving slowly up and down with her breath.
The easy part of course, was was moving the hand that laid on Amity’s stomach, but that left each girl with an arm under the other’s back, which of course, was the difficult part. As Luz thought this, she heard the girl on her arm begin to stir. Ever the quick thinker, the brown-eyed girl planted a soft kiss on the sleeping girl’s jawline, which seemed to soothe her.
Luz was a fool however, for just as she figured she could slip her arm out, Amity rolled further into her arms and put the arm that had hung freely over the side of the bed over Luz’s stomach, Luz’s head now nuzzled into the crook of her neck. The witch swung a leg over the humans and hummed with satisfaction.
It was gonna have to be like this, huh? “Ami? Amity?” she called softly.
Luz could feel the other girl’s grunt in her throat as her nose was pressed against her vocal chords. “Uz...don’ go.”
In the mornings, the witch’s mouth was lazy, she had learned. Sometimes when she didn’t feel like pressing her tongue to the front of her mouth and Luz’s name would come out as “uz.” Of course, this made it all the more endearing, knowing her girlfriend was barely awake, and all the more frustrating that she had to leave her like this.
The arm over Luz’s middle ran up her back to play with her hair. “Stay...“ came the command. Luz melted into the way her partner’s dainty fingers ran through her scalp, rubbing it, softly scratching it. It felt so nice, she pondered. And is it been so long since they’d done this.
Both girls were in their senior years, meaning both of them were busy all of the time. They talk every night, as Luz had gotten a burner scroll to work in her realm, but in person? It had to have been three months at least since the two lovebirds had seen each other. Hell, Luz shouldn’t be there now, but Amity messaged her and asked if she would just come cuddle with her for one night because she couldn’t sleep, so against her better judgment she open the portal and made the trek to Blight Manor.
“I got school,” the human informed, moving away from her lover’s neck to lie facing her.
“Don’t care,” her with grunted back, some of the sleep leaving her voice. “You’re smart, you’ll pass, but you’re warm, so you can’t go.” That was rich coming from a top student who happened to not have school today because of a another pixie infestation. Amity slipped on of her legs through Luz’s so they were once again tangled, like a predator securing her prey.
But, oh Titan did it feel good to be prey, metaphorically. She was in the arms of the prettiest witch in the Boiling Isles, who herself was also pretty toasty. It was probably the fire magic. Luz swears she’d make her hands extra warm so Luz would be manipulated to never leave her clutches, and it worked all too well. Or maybe she was just too weak to fight her.
“Amity,” she whined, hoping to see her falter, “it’s getting late.”
“Luz,” she pouted back, “are you going to ignore the commands of your cotton-candy haired goddess?”
Luz scoffed loudly in response, earning a hearty laugh from her partner, “It’s been three years, will you ever let that go?”
The other girl stopped laughing and put a look of faux sadness on her face, “Are you saying...I’m not—“
“You’re still my one and only cotton-candied haired goddess whom I worship and obey,” she mumbled automatically, which seemed to satisfy Amity until she continued, “but I am an ignorant plebeian, and need my education.”
Luz hated the sadness that struck Amity’s face. “Can you stay for another hour?” she begged, the slit of sunlight hitting her honey-golden eyes.
No. “Yeah.” Titan she’d have to rush, but she’d make it. Probably. Not that late.
Amity’s warm hand that had played with her hair left to shuffle for something in her nightstand. She was disappointed from the loss and sudden chill on her scalp, but Luz was too tired to look and knew she’d find out if it was important.
The same warm hand in a loose half fist sat itself on Luz’s face after a moment, the witch’s thumb caressing her cheek as she whispered softly, “I missed this face.” And as if the sincere look in her eyes wasn’t enough to get Luz’s heart pounding, the hand on her cheek drifted onto her chin. “You’re so damn handsome,” Amity added, her thumb now tracing Luz’s lips. Being complimented for her gender non-conformity and having the freshly-manicured soft finger run gently across her lips was all too much, not to mention she and her lover were so close, Amity's other hand still on her back. She let out a ragged breath, her mouth slightly agape. Amity smirked. Oh how she was putty in this woman’s hands.
Amity quickly unfurled one of the finger in the half fist and slid it into Luz’s slightly open mouth. She’d given her a mint. With caution, the brunette began to chew it when her finger was out of her mouth, and the purple-hair girl gave herself a mint as well. Her hand, now completely free found its way back to Luz’s cheek. She closed her eyes and attempted to close the gap between them only to be met with a finger between their faces.
“No,” Luz rejected. “If we start kissing, we’ll lose track of time and be here all day.”
Amity’s face of rejection was a cross between disappointment and annoyance, “I haven’t seen my girlfriend in a quarter of a year and now I can’t kiss her?”
“You can kiss me,” Luz starts, and her lover takes the offer immediately between the phrases, “but we can’t start kissing. Like making out.”
With furrowed brows and pursed lips, the girl across from her humphed and looked away. Luz placed a gentle peck on her pointy ear, which caused the witch to jump, but only earned Luz a glare and a further pissed off looked. The human resigned, propped herself on her elbow and reached over to kiss her girlfriend deeply on her soft lips. She didn’t realize how much she missed it.
“I’ve missed you more than anything, Ames, but I came here to help you sleep. That’s what I promised, so let’s do that for now, ‘kay.”
The girl with yellow eyes released the tension on her face, “Okay.” And the two were quiet as they snuggled back into each other, only for the pale one to suggest, “You know what makes me sleepy? M—“
Luz shifted and pushed Amity’s face to the top of her chest, hoping it would silence her. “I’m not falling for that a fourth time,” she asserted while laughing.
Luz ran her broad hand into Amity’s coarse, lavender mane to softly caress her scalp. Her girlfriend tenses up before melting into the touch, practically purring. The human was struck with guilt. The Amity she knew had stopped tensing up at her touches long ago, and perhaps Luz took it to seriously, but she thinks perhaps she’s left her alone too long. Amity’s love language was physical touch for crying out loud, but they were both always so, so busy.
“You’re breathing like you’re stressed, beloved,” remarks the voice beside her chest. “What are you thinking about?”
Luz was taken aback, not even realizing how heavy and focused her breaths had become. Was she really so easy to read? Or maybe the girl in her arms just knew her that well, that she could read her feelings from the rise and fall of her chest. Luz smiled, “I was thinking ‘bout you.”
“Gay ass.”
The taller girl sucked her teeth. “Are you— okay, then. What were you thinking about?”
“Kissing you,” she confirmed. Before she could reply, her girlfriend added. “No homo.” Titan, did she regret teaching this woman human slang.
“Well that sucks, cuz I only kiss people with homo.”
“Okay, well, maybe there’s a little homo,” Amity admitted, a playful look glinting in her eyes.
Luz gave her a peck on her lips before grunting back, “Gay ass,” resulting in her receiving a weak punch on the shoulder. She also received the touch of cold toes on her calf, causing her to jump. “Ay, amor—“
“Si, mi reina?” That wicked witch must have thought she cuz speak Spanish and poke her bottom lip out slightly in a pout and that she’d get away with it. Wrong. Cute, but wrong.
“You suck at this sleeping business,” Luz pointed out. “You keep trying to tangle us up like a tumbleweed.”
The girl with lilac tresses scoffed, “I don’t know what tumbleweed is, but you better get used to it.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, you’re gonna pr—“ Amity stops in the middle her sentence, the casual, flirty look on her face invaded by panic and a shameful shade of pink Luz hadn’t seen in oh so long. “Never mind,” Amity announces, as she rolls away, her back toward Luz now.
The hand that had been playing with the purple hair now reached over Amity’s middle, and brought her against Luz’s body with a small yelp. Luz’s long fingers began to trace patterns on her lover’s belly through her nightshirt, and Amity squirmed. The human knew the object of her affections found the sensation ticklish.
“Ami? What’s wrong?” Luz muttered in her ear.
The brunette could almost hear the other woman bite her lip, as she always did when cornered. “Nothing. It’s stupid.”
“I’m the most stupid person you know—“
“Yeah that’s true.”
“—you can tell me.” Luz assures her, choosing to ignore that hurtful and completely untrue interruption.
Amity turned halfway over to face her, her cheeks still pink, but her face was stricken with worry? Fear? “We’ve been together a while,” she starts, her voice uncharacteristically soft, “and things are good. We love each other and um...”
Oh, how Luz’s heart was thumping. The bashful way her amber eyes wouldn’t meet her brown ones, the rosy color staining her round cheeks, the way she seemed to try to shrink herself in Luz’s arms, it was also so cute, but so concerning. What was she going to say? The look on her face was clearing asking for help, needing assistance to finish the thought, but Luz had no idea what to think.
Amity must have sensed this and sighed. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes before turning back to Luz, one of her favorite looks written on Amity’s face: the renewed confidence. “Because of all that, I figured you’d probably—“ the words came smoother and more securely now, but she could still hear them get caught in her lover’s throat. She recognized that tone in Amity’s voice, that playful tone that shifted responsibility, when she was too prideful and bashful to say what she wanted, but wanted her human to know anyway.
“I figured you’d propose soon.”
If she was ever too prideful or bashful to say something, she would keep that look of renewed false confidence on her face until the conversation has shifted topics. But the conversation didn’t shift so fast this time, because all those chocolate brown eyes could do was stare in wonder and amazement. Chocolate brown eyes that does that look melted off her lover’s face, being met with avoidance and a deepening shade of crimson crossing her face. Luz felt bad, she could since the other girl’s discomfort with the silence, but there was nothing Luz knew to say.
Amity wanted to marry her.
Her. Little nerdy, cringy, human Luz Noceda. The most ethereal being in any realm, Amity Blight, who laid flustered in her arms just heavily implied to the president of a Connecticut high school anime club that she wanted to spend the rest of her life together. Perhaps it was good Luz didn’t have a bile sac, because if her heart was any bigger it would burst directly out other chest.
She practically squeezed the air out of Amity’s lungs as she began to pepper kisses across her face, jawline, and the tips of her ears. Luz started shaking her right leg, as she always did she when she was excited. She’d never felt so in love, she pondered, as Amity writhed and laughed against her body. The way the name “Luz, Luz!” fell from her lover’s lips in a fake chiding tone between giggles was the most gorgeous sound she’d ever heard.
But she traded that sound for her favorite feeling in the world, she desperately pressed her lips into Amity’s own, the move so sudden it made the witch yelp in excitement. Luz smiled against Amity’s lips as she felt her downy hand slipping into her short hair again. Every part of her was so warm, like a blanket, like a home. And Luz was a bit of hermit.
They both laughed as they broke for air, but the look of delight on the witch’s face disappeared quickly, replaced with concern. “You’re crying.”
Luz blinked, and she could feel that her tearducts had been active, yet she hadn’t even noticed. Amity’s thumb softly touched her cheek to wipe one of her tears away as Luz quietly whispers, “I’m happy.”
“You are?”
“Yeah,” Luz sniffed, “Y-you want to marry me.”
Amity looked away, a devilish look reappearing on her face. “I said I figured you wanted to marry me,” she corrected. “I just wanted you to know that I knew. Because it’d be okay if you did.” Amity would never change, would she? Cocky and mischievous and too good. God, Luz loved her.
Luz had thought about proposing, hmm, maybe about 12 million times, in at least a million different ways, at a thousand different times. She always wondered about the timing, the event, the sentimental things, because, oh how her girlfriend adored big, cheesy gestures. But in this quiet, intimate moment, on a sunny weekday morning, though they’d both maintain that there had been no proposal, the love of her life said yes before she even had to ask.
So many thoughts bounced around her head. Should she ask now? In the next few days? Should she get a ring first or later? Should she get a betrothal necklaces instead since those were popular on the Isles? Should she ask Mr. Blight for her hand? Would he give it to her? Should she wait until they graduate high school? Wasn’t Amity going to university? Was she going to go at all? Would—
Several cold toes hit her legs again. Maybe Amity could sense how hard she was thinking, or perhaps just being her usual self, a menace. Luz just ignored her antics and held her tightly. “That’s good to know.” She finally confirmed.
They were silent for a while as the two both turned to hold each other. One day, Luz would have to tell her soon-to-be fiancée what a tumbleweed was and threaten to withhold any future kisses if she kept getting cold toed, but she felt Amity’s breath slow down and even out.
“I love you, Amity,” Luz remarks.
“I love you more,” she replied, which was untrue, but Luz would leave it alone for now.
Luz recounted how lucky she was as the light from the sun danced all across Amity’s face. But the sun was shining all the way through the window, which meant it was time to leave. But she felt the witch in her arms, sleeping soundly, just beginning to snore softly against her face, and the human resigned. Missing one day couldn’t hurt, right?