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“I’m so glad you’re back.” Anastasia whispered, fingers trailing along Marissa’s forearm. Smooth skin, with slight divots from veins and raised goosebumps shivered under her touch. Her nails poked lightly into the hem of the other girl’s sleepshirt and she relished in the fact that she was holding onto what she had been the last few weeks daydreaming about.
It was nearing midnight, the sky above their tent dark, and small bright stars shining through the bleak black nothingness. She had stared up as she was doing now for a while, imagining what it’d be like to star-gaze with Marissa at her side.
“I missed you,” She mumbled, rare vulnerability making her mask crack. She tilted her head into the other girl’s shoulder, as if to hide her trembling lips from view. She fit perfectly there, like she was being slotted into a puzzle that needed Marrissa to be complete. Her nose tilted into the other girl’s throat and she inhaled, softly sighing as she felt a hand comb through her blonde locks.
“I missed you too, Ana.”
The words blew warm puffs of air into her scalp, comforting in the chilly nighttime air that had perverted their sleeping area. The others had elected to give them their space, meaning that they had moved into a section of the tent that was tucked behind a stack of crates and tarps- but there was a hole torn in the ‘roof’. It allowed the girls to stargaze, but coldness seeped into their bones.
It was only natural that they moved closer together until they were nearly tangled in each others’ limbs. “To preserve body heat” Marissa had mumbled when Anastasia had raised an amused eyebrow in her direction. Her eyes had been alight with fondness and neither had been able to resist pressing soft kisses to each other’s faces. The coral shade of lipstick that Anastasia had applied earlier that morning was left in streaks down Marissa’s cheeks and she giggled, wiping a thumb over the mark until it was gone.
“Not my color?” Marissa chuckled, nail catching on one of the blonde curls in her grip and giving a gentle tug.
“Everything’s your color,” Anastasia replied, her face flushing at the touch, “Do you want me to help you pick out-”
She was cut off by a pair of lips pressing against hers’. Warmth seeped into her mouth, and a strangled moan fell from the confines of her chest. It was high and needy, an accumulation of desire that had been building inside of her for weeks. Her palms traveled up to wrap around Marissa’s neck, while the hands in her hair dug harsher into her hair, the twinge of pain making her press closer to the body beside her.
“I’d rather just wear yours,” Marissa smiled once she pulled back, leaving Anastasia a panting mess. The coral shade was smeared over her mouth, chin, teeth and- holy hell, it really was her shade. Anastasia couldn’t help but groan, feeling a heat build in her belly, like she was tipsy, the ends of her fingers tingling.
“You’re so beautiful,” She whispered, gazing into the swirls of Marissa’s irises, the hazel shade reflecting her own adoring face back. The bulge of muscles on the other girls’ arms held her tight, while the softness of her chest rocked softly against Ana’s, and they lay there for a moment, simply to stare at each other.
Yearning, longing, the complete and utter passion that accompanied bringing their bodies together after being apart.
It had only been two months that they’d known each other, their minds reminded them- but that was the thing about desire.
It grew and grew, no matter the time or distance. It just existed. It ebbed and flowed, pooling out into people’s way of living. And Anastasia found, as she lay there under the stars, with Marissa’s hands in her hair, the shared shade of pink on their tongues, and the tender hold she was tucked into-
Marissa was a way of life that she’d never experienced before. To love someone- a woman- and have them love her back so openly, crazily, and wholly. It felt like the purest form of life.