Pair: Dior Goodjohn x Reader !actress !fem
Summary: Dior and Y/n finish recording an episode. Dior was thirsty, but she forgot her water bottle at home. Y/n offers her her water and Dior freaks out because she kissed Y/n indirectly.
Dior was grabbing her stuff, you know, her jacket, her sunglasses…But something was missing: her water bottle. She was really thirsty by that moment, she hadn’t touched water since she leaved the house. She went as fast as possible to the water dispenser: bad luck, it was empty. “Are you kidding me?” She said under her breath, kicking softly the dispenser, the perfect amount of strength to make it tremble.
Y/n saw all that, with a white hydroflask on her hand. She walked as fast as possible towards her, being sure on her phone that she won’t lose her Uber to home.
—Dior? —Y/n murmured softly, glazing her back. The named one turned, noticing you.
—Yes?…—Dior responded, a nervous smile appearing on her face. It was kinda obvious that she was in love with Y/n. Everybody knew, everybody BUT Y/n. And probably Dior herself.
—You look kinda thirsty. I noticed how you kicked that poor dispenser. Want some? —Y/n handed her the bottle she grabbed from her bag. Dior stared at her, then at the water bottle, then to her again.
—Yes, but I don’t mind if you attach to the bottle. —Y/n moved the bottle closer to the curly girl with a joyous look.
Dior attached her lips to the bottle: she could taste the lipstick stain that didn’t went away the last time she washed it, her toothpaste, the last strawberry chewing gum she chewed…She wasn’t even drinking at that point.
—Are you done? —Y/n asked, looking nervous at her phone. Her uber was about to come and she didn’t tidied up all her stuff.
The tanned girl realized she was still with that water bottle under her lips, so she took it off and closed it, giving it to the other girl. Y/n greeted her with a smile and almost runned away, grabbing all her belongings and leaving the set.
Dior remained here a second more. Did that count as a kiss? She hoped it did, because it felt like one in the best way possible. “Would Y/n feel the same?” She asked herself, referring to the taste of her own mouth on her bottle: thinking about it made her brain tickle.
After that, she went home, her motorbike roaring before starting her ride. She almost skipped 2 red traffic lights thinking about that “kiss”. Can you believe it?
A.N: HELL YEAHHH FIRST ONE SHOT!! Tell me if y’all like it and if I should do more. Kisses and greetings!!