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They never knew what they were, but as long as it was fine and just among them, there was no reason to think about it.
Because, why talk about it, why take the risk of ending up in uncomfortable rejection, when they can just enjoy it as it is?
Venam hands traveling down her back, while Melia is nuzzling her head to her companion's chest. Both of them breathing deeply, but in one tune.
It sure was nice.
Warm.
It started days before taking the train to Grand Dream City. Melia asked Venam if she could stay in her house for some time, because she didn't feel good in the laboratory anymore. They both needed that rest.
They decided that staying together will help them relax.
They were friends, what are some cuddles when the other one is feeling down?
They have known each other since 10 years old, it's normal to have a sleepover so close that they can feel their breaths on their faces, right? Some movies, games, and then bed.
So warm.
Calm.
They didn't have to think when the other one was just letting it all happen, they hugging together.
Before they recognized it, they were sleeping side by side every night so on.
Because it was better this way than being all alone in the dark.
No one other than them should visit their room in the penthouse, why tell others that they have only one bed?
They were good friends, they were allowed to be roommates anyway, and that's it.
Even if Melia's breath suddenly started to tickle brunette skin more than usual, especially when she was near her neck.
Or when Venam was spooning her from behind, she needed her back to be pushed right into her to earn more sweet pressure.
That's all because they could sleep better.
Or help each other with their pills.
They keep eyes on each other, just in case.
Every-night-just-in-case.
Acceptance.
Well known arms.
Melia felt so…
She couldn't find the right words.
She wasn't in love, obviously, she couldn't say she was so loved, because they weren't dating. It was just a friend thing.
Yes, she had an amazing, caring friend!
Friend that she likes a little more than the rest of the pack. That she can whisper her fears too. That likes to joke around with her.
Oh this cheesy slime
These naughty looking eyes.
Her rizz.
Stupid confidence.
Yeah, it was irritating from time to time, but Melia in the end always found herself going info about it. It was quite funny. She knew how to make her laugh, even if she still was an idiot.
Maybe when she was a stone figure, she missed it a little too much and started to act a little like her too? These bitches didn't want to give back her life, even if they could do it.
She never cursed so much.
Or she wasn't the one to say goofy things.
To act careless.
Erin asked her what Venam was to her, and she wasn't sure anymore.
…someone important, for sure.
This stuck in her head.
She found herself thinking about Venam more often.
“Remember, I love you”
Thinking in ways she didn't before.
Sure, last weeks were hard, but sometimes she even smiled while thinking of Venam again. It was happening when she wanted her comfort back, so she was robbing the brunette drawer out of her shirt and then going to hug the pillow, imagining that she yet again returned to her room to snuggle with her a little.
No one hugs the same as her.
She noticed this.
Ren wasn't the same, Erin or Aelita too.
Sure, it was something, but with Venam those hugs were much more intimate.
She didn't know how to describe it.
She was talking to Erin about it while playing with her food. What a stupid subject to escape from her dinner.
…
Maybe she missed Venam a little too much.
The very first night that they could sleep side to side yet again. Melia was so excited about this. She stayed the rest of the day with a big smile on her face, but everning was the time she finally could let her feelings spread.
And once again, Venam accepted it.
They both did.
They touched each other.
Because they both really needed it.
They needed this feeling to forget about all the drama. It always helped, it should now too.
So the night went on, and they crossed some new borders while trying to get the best of the feelings. They were whispering their traumas, inner fears, all the problems. When they both weren't really listening to what the other was seeing, the feeling was the thing that mattered the most.
They never said ‘I love you’ face to face.
Or asked each other out.
But there was it, the feeling of being loved.
Loved.
Wanted.
Melia got on Venam's knees, letting her partner kiss all over her face wherever she wanted.
Longed.
Trusted.
The blonde herself liked to wander around her body, with curiously learning about the spots that makes Venam shiver.
Welcomed.
Belonged.
Venam sometimes brushed her fingers under Melia's chin, getting her missy ready to be kissed once again, on the lips.
With passion held only for her.
Oh boy how they enjoyed it all.
Warm kisses on their bodies.
Heavy breaths.
Fingers touching each other lovely.
But they never crossed the lines.
Their hands stayed away from places they shouldn't be.
And that's good.
Because it would make their break up a lot harder.
Everything comes to their end eventually.
Good, bad.
The best, the worst.
Still, they never knew how to call each other.
They used to go shopping together, watch films, train and feed their pokemons.
They had their own picnics meanwhile, sharing their food and taking some stupid photos.
They were dating?...
None of them ever said such a thing, they never even held hands in public.
But… maybe yes, maybe they were.
Venam became more distant.
She never got bored of Melia.
How could she?
Her face lines were beautiful.
Perfect to hold.
Touch so soft and gentle that she didn't want to be a tough punk anymore, but her good kitty if that included getting petted.
But relationship would never help her.
Sure… she has had someone that would listen to her and made her forget it all, but that was just for a moment.
And she had a 24 hour long day to handle.
Melia seemed to have more important things to do anyway. She couldn't blame her. They had a war coming soon. They must train if they don't want to die that easily.
Sure, Melia's heart beating helped a lot falling asleep to a girl that couldn't stand being in dark all alone without a little noise around.
But this can't be just that.
She would feel like she's using her otherwise.
And they can't have more, they just can't.
There is no dating, no love, no safety till those terrorists are around.
No time for exploring their relationship for real.
Maybe that was their true point.
To finally talk about what they (are) were.
To build their future together like they should from the start, not just look for quick touch like some kind of drug. To know what they really want, to say it, hear it, know it,
Mark it with teeth.
Maybe to move in together.
Finish studies.
Then find a stable job.
(And maybe, just maybe,
Promise to stay like that forever.
With rings on their fingers.)
Because it's not like they didn't know that they found their soulmates.
But the situation was wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
All wrong.
Terribly wrong.
That's why they both agreed to end things before they get too serious.
Before they will get too desperate for something they can't have.
Venam is sure she won't make it long.
Melia is slowly dying anyway.
Some kind of Arceus shit.
Yeah, at least drugs won't have dreams that could shatter. Venam is disgusted with herself thinking that, but she's always taking another breath anyway.
Melia sure would be better at cheering her up, but she can't have her as her personal pleaser. She has her own demons to deal with.
At least they still talk to each other in their last days.
Yeah, that's something.
Melia was never so happy in a while when she made a joke around her for the very first time in weeks.
Even if this something isn't the best option.
In the best option they would be just teenangers.
Not soldiers.
Teenenger that can be careless kids all they want. That have time for their private life. That can have passions. Hobbys.
That have friends. Family.
Goes to parties and all other dumb shit.
That can have their lovers.
With another sip, another mind crossed Venam's head.
Yeah…
Maybe in another life.