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The room was filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap alcohol, making Adaine wrinkle her nose in disgust as she tasted the air.
She cursed Fig for dragging her to this stupid party.
She cursed her for calling her pretty.
She cursed her for making her so scared.
She cursed her for flirting with an attractive girl on the other side of the crowded room.
She cursed her for leaping up, excitedly, when there was a call to play spin the bottle.
She cursed her for running up, begging Adaine to play with puppy dog eyes.
She cursed her for snatching the bottle and resolutely getting the first spin.
Adaine cursed herself.
She cursed herself for letting herself get dragged to this party, for being so willing to spend time with Fig.
She cursed herself for blushing so much when Fig called her pretty, choking on her thanks.
She cursed herself for feeling so intensely about Fig that she’d downed way more alcohol than she’d intended.
She cursed her own ability to seemingly find Fig with her eyes no matter the obstacles, even when she didn’t mean too.
She cursed her chest for leaping when Fig had beamed at the suggestion of the game.
She cursed her weakness for Fig’s adorable pleading expression.
She cursed herself for sitting in the circle as Fig began her spin.
Quite frankly the only thing she didn’t curse in this entire, cursed night was the decision she made, without even realising, as Fig’s hand left the bottle and the glass made it’s way around the crowd of dumb teenagers, the Bard’s eyes flicking up to meet hers for an instant before shooting back to the bottle, an almost invisible flush to her cheeks.
A subtle use of Mage Hand later and the bottle slowed to a stop pointing directly at her.
The all but deafening roar of cheers and hoots and growls was completely drowned out as Fig met her eyes again, her face breaking out into a massive grin as she stood from the circle and reached out a hand, invitingly.
It seemed as if the world slowed to a halt, that everyone else in the crowded house disappeared into a fuzzy background as Adaine took Fig’s hand with a nervous smile and allowed herself to be pulled up from her sitting position.
If you gave her a year to think of an answer, Adaine could not tell you how the two of them got to the bathroom, she wasn’t even sure what floor they were on.
Adaine usually cursed how uninhibited Fig made her but, as Fig closed the bathroom behind them, turning to Adaine with a buzzing excitement, all the Oracle could do was be grateful that she lost her mind so easily around her friend.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Fig reassured her, reaching out and holding her hands in hers.
“We can ju-”
“I want to.” Adaine blushed madly at how quickly the reply jumped out of her mouth but she stood her ground, nodding as if to agree with herself.
“Do you? Want to…kiss, I mean?”
“Yeah,” Fig grinned like she couldn’t control it, “Yeah I really do.”
“Cool,” smiled Adaine.
“Cool,” replied Fig, leaning in towards Adaine, moving her hands to the other girl’s waist.
“Um, wait,”
“I’m sorry I-”
“No, i just need to tell you something,” Adaine placed her palms on the front of Fig’s shoulders, more to steady herself than to keep space.
“Yeah?”
“I… I cheated.”
“What do you mean?”
“At the game, I um, mage handed, I just figured you should know.”
Fig laughed, a small chuckle really.
“I was the only one you wanted to kiss there? I’m flattered,”
“No. Firstly, you're the only person I want to kiss, fullstop: screw that stupid game. But that’s not why I cheated… I didn’t want you kissing anyone else,”
“Wha-”
Adaine continued on in a rush, looking away from Fig into a corner of the room.
“And I know that’s selfish and I know it ruined the game and I’m sorry, I just, after seeing you flirting with that girl….”
“Addy?” Fig gently placed a hand on Adaine’s chin and tilted her face back to look at her.
“Hmm?”
“You Ok?”
Adaine nodded.
“Ok, thank you for telling me. It’s not selfish, I kinda wish you’d said that sooner actually. And, I want to kiss you, screw the game.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah, why do you think I begged you to join the game?”
Adaine laughed, moving her hands so that her forearms rested on Fig’s shoulders.
“Couldn’t you just tell me you wanted to kiss me?”
“Ah, you know I’m not open about my emotions,”
“I thought I might be the exception?”
Fig’s expression became resolved, her arms snaked around her friend to hold her in an embrace.
“Addy, I really like you, as more than a friend,”
“I really like you too, Fig,”
Fig’s small smile matched Adaine’s, like if they allowed themselves to get too excited the moment would end.
“I know that we both said ‘screw the game’,” Fig replied in a low voice, a cheeky glint in her eye, “but… I would really like to kiss you anyway.”
“I’d like that,” grinned Adaine.
Neither would be able to recall later who had moved forwards first, all they knew was that a second later their lips met in a clumsy kiss that, despite being their first, felt oddly warm and familiar.
They both pulled back simultaneously, laughing breathlessly at their own inelegance.
“Woah,”
“Yeah,” Adaine agreed, “woah,”
They kissed again, slower this time, less desperate but no less passionate, both of them melting into the embrace of the other.
Adaine, eyes closed, moved her arms, one down Fig’s back, the other up to play with her hair as the kiss deepened.
Fig tasted like cigarettes and cheap alcohol.
Adaine decided she didn’t entirely hate the taste when it was on Fig’s tongue.