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Marcy ran her hands through Anne's thick puff of curls. Her fingers got lost in it. Then she brought her hand down to rest on her neck.
Anne finally started to snore, but not in an ugly way. Soft and breathy, warming Marcy's legs as she did, making them tingle.
Marcy leaned back on Hop Pop's crusty couch, her eyes fluttered. Fully at peace, a small smile creasing her face. She dragged her arm onto the couch and let her eyes stumble to sleep.
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Anne blinked awake, planting her hands right in front of her, over Marcy's lap. She shook her mass of hair along with head. Her eyes dragged after one of the best sleeps in her life.
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She peeled of off Marcy's lap, careful not to awaken her girlfriend. This caused Marcy to talk in her sleep.
"Anne...nooo." she said, soft and mottled.
Anne smiled at her, face wrinkling with passion.
Marching into the horrible smelling kitchen, she found Sprig picking through the mushrooms on the rack, looking for the red one to clean Bessy's stall.
"Hey, Sprig." Anne said.
Sprig tugged the mushroom down from the rack. "How's Marcy?" he asked, grinning.
Anne flushed. She played with her mound of hair before saying, "Good."
"Whatever, ya sop." Sprig said, and as he walked out of the room, his gray eyes caught with a sudden droplet of emotion. One drop of some emotion in a beaker of innocent joy.
Anne stared after, him, hand laying dormant on the counter. She had forgotten what she come into the kitchen for.
"Right, unsalted potato chips."
She yanked open a cupboard and grabbed them, and a disheveled bowl. Pouring some yellow chips into the bowl.
As she reached for the first bite, a voice called her back, "Anne?"
It was Marcy.
Anne turned back, food in her mouth she said, "Yeah, Marbles?"
Marcy stumbled next to her, eyes drooping. She took one of Anne's chips, nearly choking on it.
She grabbed Anne's shoulders, and kissed her cheek. The presence of Marcy's soft lips on her cheek sent a tang of sparks down Anne's body.
Without very many thoughts in her mind except for passion, she reached for Marcy's cheek and brought their foreheads and their noses together. She stepped away from the chips, and grabbed Marcy's soft cheeks.
Then he face turned a bright magenta and she let go, ducking away from the attempt. She slammed some chips into her face, and walked around the corner of the kitchen, quivering.
"Why did I try that?" she whispered, voice hoarse with panic.
This girl was much too good for me, too innocent, pure, and I didn't even understand the kind of stuff she liked. C&C? I didn't what that was. I don't care about her! I don't deserve to kiss her.
She slid down the wall onto her butt, hitting her tailbone on the wall. That didn't really bug her at the current moment.
Marcy peered around the corner as a gasp escaped Anne's mouth. And another. Until more and more shaky breaths came breaking out.
Marcy leaped down to Anne's level staring at her, sweet brown eyes wide as ever. "Anne! Anne! Look at me!" she said, desperately clawing at her figure.
Anne couldn't bring herself to stare at her, I don't deserve her gaze, do I? She felt her hands scrabbling on the floor, desperately trying to escape the love she didn't deserve.
"ANNE!" Marcy shouted, and instinct dragged Anne to stare at her, hating every second as her heat beat faster with love and fear.
"ANNE!" Marcy shouted again, and she brought her hand up to stroke her face. "What's wrong, love?" she asked.
Anne bit her lip in hesitation, "I-I don't deserve you!" she shouted.
Marcy stared at Anne, her eyes getting wet. She smiled, and wrapped her arms around Anne, toppling her with this burst of strength. "Yeah you do." she said.
Anne didn't even fully believe that, but she hugged Marcy back, resting her head on her shoulder, flopping her arms over Marcy's back. They lay there, slumped together.
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They eventually seperated and Anne finished her chips, still feeling a bit hollow whenever she saw this beautiful girl walking around.
But it was the eye of the storm after Anne's attempt as kissing. Then, Hop Pop called for Anne to work out in the fields. And drive Bessy to drop Sprig off at the Sundew's house.
When she returned, she ran her fingers through Marcy's hair and dashed down the ladder to her room.
The first thing she wrote in her journal that night was...
This love thing doesn't work.