enigma

"doesn't sound too different from my view on it. a different explanation but more or less the same conclusion." quinn enjoy the thought of attraction at first sight. and not just physical attraction. that was easy. real interest and sparks and connection within a moment's notice was rare, but entirely possible. if how they felt about lucy was any sort of indication. "i think i've heard that one once or twice," quinn laughed. it was light. easy. most of their time with lucy felt like that. nervous? very. but at the same time, light. it was a wild concoction that had their heart racing, but quinn wanting more and more. "ultimately, i think there's a resonance in us that let's us know when someone's going to be important- i agree with that. wholeheartedly. have i mentioned how smart i think you are in the last hour?"

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, the corners of her lips gently curving upwards at their response. in truth, she wasn't expecting them to so readily agree since most peopled turned their nose up at the thought of love at first sight, particularly those who were oriented towards logic. but their approval was a welcome surprise. ❝ a resonance, ❞ she repeated, mulling over the concept with a slow nod. ❝ i like that. it's almost spiritual, but still has a physical quality. ❞ like sound waves or the tether between bonded molecules. she'd never considered it that way before, but the idea was fascinating. ❝ i don't think you have, ❞ the redhead giggled softly. ❝ i feel the same way about you, you know. i could listen to you talk all day. ❞

callie's lips curled into a knowing smirk, entirely unfazed. ❝ oh, sweetheart, ❞ she muttered with an fake pout. ❝ you're really not good at this. ❞ her voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the hint of satisfaction in her tone. she wasn't deterred by any of andromeda's protests. if anything, the lies were encouraging. ❝ a million different reasons, huh ? ❞ she echoed, dragging out the words as she tugged the younger woman's panties to the side. ❝ that's cute. ❞ callie shifted closer, automatically rubbing against andy's swollen clit while staring down at her. ❝ we both know that's not true, ❞ the surgeon murmured, voice dipping lower. ❝ you want me to fuck you right here, right now, out in the open where anybody could just walk in & see you desperately trying to ride my fingers. ❞

“oh, is that right?” a wonderful sort of warmth fills heather and she almost feels guilty for practically baiting them into this. even though she’s sure that cat is with her out of their own volition, she is fully aware that it’s not like they would’ve had this conversation without her… nudging. she can't feel guilty when she's got what she's wanted out of it, though. "i think we're going to have a lot of fun together," she muses, as if they haven't already.

cat’s grin widens, eyes flickering with something mischievous as they hum in amusement. "oh, heather," they purr, voice dropping just a bit as they lean in again, their nose barely brushing against hers. "you have no idea what you've just signed up for." their fingers press just a little firmer against her back, tracing lazy circles as they tilt their head. "but don’t worry," they add, voice laced with playful confidence. "i’ll make sure you don’t regret it."

"oh, is that a challenge? because i can deliver." the sassiness that comes with the confidence is almost foreign as it leaves her, even with the way her chest puffs out and head is held high. the last thing she wants to do is disappoint, but something about cat tells her that she doesn't have too much to worry about. blanket draped over them both and lily's legs tucked in a criss-cross beneath them, the opening unfolds and their lovely evening begins, including lily's excitable rendition of all star. "oh come on, you have to at least sing this one!" she giggles, reaching over to lightly giving cat's shoulder a shake.

cat groans, dramatically pulling the blanket up to their chin as if it could shield them. "lily, no," they mumble, shaking their head. they glance at her, half-expecting her to let it go, but the way she’s looking at them—bright-eyed, expectant, completely unserious—makes their stomach flip. "i'm not a singer." they could carry a tune, but they never sang in front of actual people, least of all professional composers or musicians. "just let me suffer in peace."

"SOUNDS GOOD TO ME," DESTINY grinned. "a mini vacay, and with no social media? practically heaven." she joked, even if she wasn't entirely wrong. "i just hope you're right and we don't come back to find it still making the rounds..." she trailed off, then shook her head. "no. you know what, i'm just gonna stay positive. we won't."

𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄, the sound muffled against destiny's skin. ❝ that's the spirit, ❞ they murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. ❝ think you can survive being stuck with me 24/7 for the next few days ? ❞ or weeks, depending on how much time they could manage to squeeze in.

it did sound pretty nice to summer, therefore she was more than happy to go along with it. she felt like a good stretch of time together would help them decide if this was the right path for them. it was one thing to hang out with someone and then sleep with them so dating should change it up. “mm… we’ll see,” she muses, a little telling smile on her face that would suggest she’s not worried about that being an issue. “next week, maybe? give us time to both plan.” it would be easy to pick out a common activity, and there’s nothing wrong with it really, but she wants to put some effort into it if things are going to go well between them.

cat’s grin doesn’t waver, but there’s a flicker of something thoughtful in their expression as they watch summer, taking in the little smile playing at her lips. she’s humoring them, sure, but there’s something about the way she says we’ll see that makes them want to prove her wrong. "next week works," they nod, letting the idea settle between them. if they’re doing this, they’re doing it right. none of that lazy, default ‘grab a drink and call it a night’ stuff. they want it to be something summer will actually enjoy. something that says, i see you. i know you. "wait, does this mean i don't get to kiss you anymore until after our first date? or... dates?" they hadn’t really thought about it before now, but the idea of suddenly stopping—of creating space where there wasn’t any before—feels strangely foreign.

"the fact that you are devastatingly single is still quite baffling to me." cordelia finds her to be objectively beautiful, inside and out. not only that but she was exceptionally hard working and still finds time to be with her friends after a long week. if anything, cordelia is the one who should consider herself lucky. "good — because i wasn't planning on stopping either way," she giggles, letting her hands tap the tabletop for good measure. "if you were looking to make some extra money, we could use another model. and it doesn't have to be a consistent thing. just whenever you have time? you'd certainly get praise from me with how hard you've been working out."

"if i had a dollar for every time someone said that, i'd be able to afford a trip to the bahamas by now," zenobia responds with a soft chuckle. it's not like she hasn't tried to find a reliable partner, but there's only so much nonsense she can handle from strangers on queer dating apps. "well, lingerie modeling isn't exactly my thing, but who knows? maybe i can make an exception for you." she's not sure how the firm will feel about it, but none of her bosses would have to know. "i've never done any professional modeling before, though, so that could be problematic."

noemia's face almost falls, if only because she's so surprised it takes her girlfriend a moment to come back down to earth. when she realises what the 'problem' is, a laugh falls from her lips and she shakes her head. "you had me worried," she scolds gently, though reaches for the flowers with a smile. "you don't want me to read it?" she peers at stella over the top of the flowers before moving aside to set them down. "okay. i promise, i won't read it until later." though, she's almost bouncing on her toes with the desire to. "is it a big, romantic confession? i am already your girlfriend." despite the teasing lilt to her voice, she leans in to brush her lips to stella's cheek. "i'm ready to go. just let me grab my jacket. we are heading out, right?"

her smirk softens as noemia leans in, the warmth of her lips brushing her cheek sending a pleasant little shiver down her spine. it would be so easy to just stay here, let the night shift into something slower, more intimate. but she swallows that thought down—for now. “it’s nothing too dramatic,” stella continues while watching noemia grab her jacket. “just… something i wanted to say without you looking at me while i said it.” she rubs the back of her neck, suddenly aware of the slight heat creeping up her own face. “don’t act like you’re not a sucker for a little bit of mystery.” she steps back, giving noemia space to grab her jacket, though her gaze lingers, tracing each movement. “but yes, we’re heading out,” stella confirms, lips quirking into a grin. "unless you'd rather i attempt to make you dinner with whatever you have in your kitchen."

𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 on her drink, eyes narrowing with pure disgust. ❝ excuse me ? ❞ she sputtered, wiping at her mouth as if the mere suggestion had physically tainted her. ❝ i know the entire world is obsessed with the idea that a lesbian might some day realize that she's actually attracted to men, but i find that shit repulsive. ❞ even drunk, or something close to it, she was prepared to launch into a full - blown ted talk on lesphobia & the harmful effects of compulsory heterosexuality. but reign already knew where she stood on the matter, she was just teasing. ❝ now, shut up & let's go before you say anything else that makes me reconsider our entire friendship. ❞

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, not in frustration, but in quiet amusement, as if savoring a thought before letting it slip free. ❝ enthusiastic participation & consent. ❞ the terms were a bit cliche, like something straight out of a sex education class, but they were accurate. it was obvious that shiloh wanted this, but she was dragging her feet, which made it harder to get a read on things. ❝ maybe, ❞ the redhead shrugged. ❝ but you didn't correct me. ❞ her gaze lingered, steady & patient, as she watched the woman work through her options. but, as expected, shiloh moved closer to lay across her lap. ❝ there's no math, silly. just simple counting, ❞ monroe insisted, instantly reaching out to glide a hand over shiloh's thigh, tracing a slow, deliberate path up the curve of her ass. she lingered there for several seconds, savoring the warmth beneath her palm before eventually lifting her hand to deliver the first spanking. the sheer force sent a satisfying tremor across shiloh's plump bottom, along with a sharp sound that echoed throughout the room. every nerve in her body was screaming at her to close the distance again, to leave her mark──but she held back, fingers twitching at her side as she waited for shiloh's response.

❝ our secret then, ❞ jocelyn repeated back, pressing more firmly. her fingers moved with deliberate precision, tracing slow, calculated circles over the woman's sensitive clit. in a matter of seconds, she established a steady rhythm, allowing tilly's subtle hip movements to guide her fingertips to & fro. ❝ unless you have any housemates i don't know about, ❞ she joked, pausing to slide her fingers further down. ❝ i'm sure they'll get an ear full. ❞

it's a biting comment that she receives from her opposite, one that admittedly grinds her gears a bit. it's renata's job to be articulate with her facts as well, her job banking on her ability to recollect and organize and format in a way that captivates the emotions of others — good and bad. but in the context of a relation, she fumbles and fumbles hard, tongue in her mouth feeling far too big and a bit uncontrollable. or maybe she's just better at putting facts to paper, not verbally from a stream of consciousness. at the end of the day, she's just nervous about it all. "how can anyone vulnerable be enthusiastic in saying yes? that's like asking someone who has only swam in a kiddie pool to swim in ocean waters." and right now, it feels like a pretty apt representation of how she feels attempting a relationship again. a sigh, fingers through her hair and she finally closes the gap between her and shanaya, only to grab her gently by the shoulders. "i want to try again, yes. let's do this. we don't need to run around in arguments over it when you, deep down, know how i feel about you."

naya exhales slowly, steadying herself as renata’s hands settle on her shoulders. the warmth, the weight of them—it’s grounding in a way she doesn’t want to admit, but she doesn’t pull away. she studies renata’s face, searching for hesitation, but all she finds is that familiar mix of stubbornness and sincerity. it’s infuriating. but it’s so renata that she almost wants to laugh. instead, she shakes her head, her lips pressing into a tight smile. “you make everything so much harder than it has to be,” she mutters, but there’s no real bite to it. just exhaustion laced with something softer, like understanding. she lifts a hand, resting it lightly over one of renata’s. “i know how you feel,” she concedes. “but knowing and hearing are two different things. you don’t have to dive into the deep end for me, but i need you to at least meet me at the shore.” her fingers squeeze gently before she steps closer, looping both arms around the other woman's waist to pull her in for a much needed hug. "i'm not gonna let you drown, babe. i'm right here with you."

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃, her amusement clear as she let her fingers linger in nova's hair just a moment longer before pulling away. ❝ oh, i know, ❞ she replied, head tilting as she recalled their many times together in bed. ❝ but why would i stop if it still gets this kind of reaction out of you ? ❞ the bartender held her gaze steady, taking in the casual way nova's hand rested against her arm & the familiar warmth of it. it was dangerous──the level of comfort between them, & how easily they slid back into old habits. ❝ i don't know, ❞ she hummed, offering a half - shrug. ❝ maybe you just like telling everyone all about how you're mine because the thought excites you. ❞