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For a moment, Sorsha can only stare at Simone. How could she have anticipated this? She flinched at the feeling of Simone’s cold hands crawling up her arms, shivering slightly as her smile grew simultaneously.

“Are you sure you aren’t just trying to get me alone?” Sorsha said with a cheeky grin, pulling away from Simone to shrug off her jacket. She gingerly placed it around the other woman’s shoulders, her hand settling on the small of her back.

“After you.”

Simone giggled. Giggled. When had she ever giggled? “Totally. Definitely not freezing my tits off out here.”

This all seemed very cliche and romantic, but she liked it. Anything so tender with Sorsha was nice compared to all of the feelings being pushed down on both sides before.

1. “You’re in no condition to be walking around. Just stay in bed and let me take care of you.” 

2. “This cast is itchy.” 

3. “I think I’m going to go crazy with boredom before my _____ heal(s) enough for me to get out of bed.” 

4. “This is so frustrating! I can’t do anything with my arm in this sling!” 

5. “Want me to sign your cast?” 

6. “Sorry about your ______. But think of it this way: you don’t have to help with the chores until it/they heal(s).” 

7. “No, you can’t come. You need to stay here and heal.” 

8. “I thought a little fresh air would help you/me heal.” 

9. “Need some help? Getting up/down the stairs must be tricky with that/those injured ______.” 

10. “You shouldn’t be moving around so much. You’ll pop your stitches.” 

11. “I can’t believe you’re making me stay here just because I hurt my ______.” 

12. “Back off! Just because I’m hurt doesn’t mean I need you hovering over me all the time.” 

13. “Just because you’re hurt doesn’t mean you need to be so grouchy.” 

14. “Are you still on pain meds? You’re awfully happy for someone with an injured ______.” 

15. “This is embarrassing, but could you help me? I can’t get the bathroom by myself.” 

16. “Don’t even think about trying to walk with that injured leg. If you need something, call me and I’ll do it for you.”  

17. “Good thing I’m a lazy person. Except for the fact that my ______ is/are broken, laying around for a few weeks sounds great.”

18. “I swear, if you try and sneak out before you’re fully healed, I’ll strap you to the bed.” 

19. “What are you doing? Are you trying to make your injury worse?” 

20. “I feel like such a jerk, lying here on the couch while you do all the work. Injured or not, I should be doing something.” 

21. “I can’t believe I have to lay like this until my _____ heal(s). This is so humiliating.”

A dark brow quirks slightly, painted lips still curled in a smile. “You need not feel so flustered, darling. It’s only…natural.” Her native accent nearly slipped through on the word and Dahlia fought not to let the distaste for it show, assembling her well-manicured facade once more.

“Of that, I have no doubt. Though…” she shifts slowly, pausing in her drawl to push her hair over one shoulder. “I am curious why you would seek my company. Those with options, as you say, generally don’t.”

Simone chuckled, almost bitterly but not entirely. “Natural. Some would definitely disagree with you on that.” That was a topic for another day, when she was drunk and more inclined to share about her past.

An unexpected laugh escapes her, sultry and melodious. How amusing that the girl cared so much. “Often, very little is, as you say, interesting about them. But it is hardly a choice, no?”

She turns away for a moment, casting Simone a brief glance over her shoulder before she went to lean against the nearby stair railing in a strangely casual fashion. “Do you? Any…particular girls meet your criteria?”

“I, uh, um…” Simone felt her cheeks heat up at the question. Why did Dahlia make her feel so flustered? It was annoying. “N-no. I mean…Maybe.”

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“I’ll protect you.”

“You always duck away when you smile.”

“Like I expected, you’re much comfier than my pillow.”

“I’m nervous too.”

“Do you like it?”

“Let me hug you.”

“Piggy back ride?”

“I want to kiss all of the freckles on your cute face.”

“Can you keep holding my hand, please?”

“Wait, the tears are good tears?”

“I think you look cuter with me.”

“I won’t forget this moment.”

“This is where we first met isn’t it?”

“I’ve always wanted to thank you, but was never sure how.”

“If you’re happy then okay.”

“Let’s share.”

“It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Everything ends up being about you somehow.”

“It tastes like…. You tried…. I’ll eat it. It’s a good attempt. Really.”

“Why are you hiding against me like this?”

“I heard you weren’t having that great of a day… These are your favorite candies, right?”

“Ah, the puppy dog face. Check mate, huh?”

“Quit poking my sides; you know I’m ticklish!”

“Your hair is sticking out everywhere. Cute.” 

“Wait, let me get a picture of you there.”

“If you need my shoulder, or my hand, or a hug-”

“Kiss me again.”

“I’m sorry, but it was too funny for me to intervene.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think, I just care about what you think.”

“You can ask me as much as you want, I’ll say I love you each time.”

“I’m glad you were here with me.” 

“That trip looked hilarious– but also kinda painful; you okay?”

“I called you because I can’t fall asleep.”

“I let you win.”

“You look good in it.”

“Don’t look away from me.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m just practicing my pout.”

“I just want to hug you.”

“You’ve kissed me like fifty times today.”

“You love me.”

“Can we be alone for a bit?”

“The stars wish they were as bright as you.”

“You make me cliche, but I love it I guess.”

“I’d feel better if you kissed me.”

“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”

“You’re my favorite.”

“You want to take another selfie?”

“I’d let you if you asked.”

“Since it’s you, I’m gonna let it go.”

“My only regret is not telling you I loved you sooner.”

Sorsha smiled weakly, a little dazed herself. “Good to know I’m not entirely out of practice,” she murmured, her face merely inches away from Simone’s.

Her touch a little more sure now, Sorsha brushed a hair from Simone’s face, her hand lingering by the younger woman’s cheek. “I…can’t say I was expecting this. Are you alright?”

Simone smiled at the question, leaning into Sorsha’s touch. “I’m way more than okay. Just a little too high, maybe.”

Simone was suddenly hit with the realization of how cold it was. There was snow falling and it was damn cold outside. Simone slid her bare arms into Sorsha’s jacket, pulling her close.

“Are you sure you aren’t just trying to get me alone?” Sorsha said with a cheeky grin, pulling away from Simone to shrug off her jacket. She gingerly placed it around the other woman’s shoulders, her hand settling on the small of her back. 

“Perhaps not, but it helps with my work. I am a…companion after all.” She shrugs nonchalantly, pulling away from Simone as she does so.

For a brief moment Dahlia is startled by the question, but is careful not to let it show, deep brown eyes never straying from Simone’s face. “If you’re asking if I have a preference…I don’t,” she replied with a smirk, briefly glancing up and down the younger woman’s form.

Simone couldn’t help but swallow to try to keep her composure. The combination of Dahlia checking her out and the confirmation made her feel…some sort of way. “Well, it’s none of my business. I’ve just never seen what’s so…interesting about men.”

Men had always made Simone uneasy, to say the least, but she definitely wasn’t going vocalize that discomfort. Maybe if she had some alcohol in her system.