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Svetlana swears as another mosquito lands on her bare leg, the slap of her hand against her skin ringing out as she lifts it up only to find empty air. “Дерьмо!”
In front of her, the fire that her and Rose had started crackles peacefully, a contrast to her rage towards certain pesky insects. Just a little to the left of the fire sits Rose, gorgeous as ever, warm cinnamon brown hair in a messy ponytail, white sweater wrapped snuggly around her frame, and a polished guitar propped up on her lap. She still has chocolate on the corner of her lip from when they made s’mores and Svetlana has the urge to lick it all off.
“Stop staring.”
Svetlana snaps out of her thoughts to see her girlfriend frowning at her, despite the blush on her cheeks. She smirks. “But you are so beautiful.”
Rose rolls her eyes but Svetlana can see the smile playing on her lips. She adjusts the guitar on her lap, twisting some of the knobs. Svetlana really needs to learn more about instruments, maybe Rose could even teach her how to play a little bit.
“Play me something, kрасивый,” she requests, putting her elbow on her knee and propping her head up, leaning forward dramatically. Rose rolls her eyes again but this time she’s fully smiling.
“Like what?”
“Surprise me.”
Rose ducks her head and turns away, face heating up even more. Svetlana is never going to get tired of that, pulling a blush out of the actress’s cheeks. When she had first met Rose, she was flashy, confident self-assured, and Svetlana was almost fooled into believing that was all she was, that there was no bashful side of her. Watching her trip over her words and nervously twist her hair when they were alone was almost as exhilarating as the sex. Almost.
Rose is still looking off into the trees surrounding her backyard, clearly putting a lot of thought into what song she wants to play, and Svetlana takes this time to quickly sneak her phone out of her pocket and take a picture, tucking it away just in time as Rose turns back to face her. “Okay,” she says. “I have one.”
She starts to strum on the guitar and a slightly upbeat, country tune starts to trickle out of her fingers and after a few seconds, in a breathy, angelic voice, she starts to sing.
Svetlana’s breath catches in her throat and her heart quiets in her chest. She’s heard Rose sing before, at parties when she’s had too many shots and in movies and when she’s prancing around the kitchen as she cleans. But this feels different, this raises hairs on her arms and alights something warm in her chest.
This time, Rose is singing just for her.
When she’s finished, all she can do is stare before Rose clears her throat and Svetlana blinks herself back to reality. “I hope I didn’t butcher that,” she admits sheepishly. “It’s usually a little bit faster but I wanted to try it like this.”
“I loved it,” Svetlana says, her thick accent still unable to hide the emotion in her voice.
Rose smiles but this time it isn’t shy. It’s broad and happy and adoring and it fills Svetlana up to the very brim as Rose sets her guitar down gently, gets up, walks over to where Svetlana is sitting, and carefully lowers down onto her lap, wrapping her legs around her hips. “I had the best audience,” she murmurs, looking down at Svetlana, fingers already tangling themselves in her dark curls out of habit.
“I’m only one person.”
Rose’s eyes seem to glow with every possible good thing in this world as she leans down, lips hovering just above hers. “That’s all I need.” And then she kisses her and Svetlana kisses back because Ilya was right, love is stupid and silly and she is so so in love with the girl in her arms, with the girl who’s invaded every space of her life and her mind like a surging tide. And she thinks, no she knows, as she finally gets to lick the chocolate off her lips, that she wouldn’t have it any other way.