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Eula stood silently as Jean unlocked the door to their shared apartment. Since they were making their way back from a party, it should have been no surprise that at least one of them was silent from the lack of energy. Except, that had not been the case at all.
In fact, Eula had barely done anything at that party. She barely had any drinks, and would only exchange a few words of small talk with other guests here and there. Truthfully, she was distracted the entire time. Distracted by the sight of her pretty roommate dancing a little too close to some other guests at that party.
So, as they made their way inside, that was the only thing flooding Eula’s thoughts. But, her green-tinted immersion was broken by the sound of gentle laughter. Eula looked over at the blonde, waiting for her to speak with a brow raised in curiosity.
“Did you have a good time?”, she asked genuinely. The corners of Jean’s lipstick tainted lips curved upwards as she spoke, as she patiently awaited the bluenette’s answer.
Eula crossed her arms as she turned away from the other woman. “I’m sure you had enough fun for the both of us,” she scoffed. Her tone was ice cold, and Jean had felt the chills of every word run down her spine.
“What? What do you mean?” Jean’s eyebrows furrowed a bit, not entirely sure what could have gotten Eula so agitated. Eula brought her unwavering gaze onto those eyes once again.
“You had enough fun for the both of us.”
“. . Did I say something wrong?”
With no further explanation, Eula made her way over to Jean and began to slip her arm around her waist. “Dancing this close is fun for you, isn’t it?” she questioned, bringing her closer.
“Eula—”
“Is it?”
Jean was still stuck trying to piece together what exactly could have brought this on. She wasn’t dancing that close to anyone, was she..?
“Eula, we were at a party. I was trying to loosen up a little.. I was barely paying any attention to who I was dancing with.”
Jean’s thought process was cut short by the intimacy of their position. Of course, this wasn’t the first time the two of them had been in situations like this with one another. But, Jean was always unable to contain her composure.
With her other hand brought up to Jean’s waist, Eula pulls her closer. “I’m sure you weren’t nearly this flustered on that dance floor, were you?”
“I am not flustered,” with a bashful tone and rose colored cheeks that say otherwise.
“Oh, please. You can’t even look me in the eyes.”
And at first, Jean couldn’t, her embarrassed state preventing her from doing so. But she just kept thinking… ‘Why is this bothering you?’ But, Jean was smart. However, you didn’t have to be a genius to understand what was going on here.
Deciding to finally take on the challenge, Jean looked into Eula’s eyes, and despite her flushed hue, she used this as an opportunity to question her this time. “Were you jealous?”
Silence followed, although, Eula’s hurried blinking and the way she’d slipped her hands off her waist had told Jean all she needed to know. The blonde began to step toward Eula.
“You were. Weren’t you?”
“I was not jealous…”
“You were, and you still are. Face it.”
Eula was backed into a wall, both figuratively and literally. Jean had seen right through her, and she had no way of denying it. Attempting to squint at her, Eula fails, the smug expression on Jean’s face the cause of her failure.
“Don’t look at me like that…”
“Like what?” She tilted her head, ever so slightly, feigning innocence.
“You know what.”
“Why don’t you tell me how I’m looking at you, Eula?” Jean had this teasing hilt in her voice, and Eula couldn’t take it anymore.
“You’re much too smug.” Eula wasted no time, gently pushing Jean away from her until she’s laying back on the couch. Crawling over her, one leg in between Jean’s as the other was outside of them, Eula leans down a bit. “Why don’t you wipe that look off your face, dandelion?”
That nickname would forever have an effect on Jean. The way it rolled off of Eula’s tongue, and the way she always said it so softly. “Why don’t you?”
“I will. Maybe that will show you exactly who you should be that close to from now on.”
With no further banter, Eula leaned down as Jean leaned up, the way their lips moved and worked together seeming desperate.