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prompts [things you said you loved about me]she’s glitter and gold300 | t | isabelle/lydiaread on ao3

Lydia dusts her fingertipsacross Isabelle's spine, dotting a constellation into the light brownstretch of skin there. Isabelle laughs, breathy and small, as shedoes; and Lydia presses a kiss to the base of Isabelle's skull, aswell of emotion rushing over her. Lydia smooths away Isabelle'sspill of dark hair, twining her fingers through a few locks.

“What're you doing,”Isabelle says, lightly, flopping over. The sheets are drawn to herchest, collarbones (and the bruises Lydia's not sorry for leavingthere) curving beneath the wrinkled satin.

Lydia's fingers fall back,landing at the back of Isabelle's neck. “Nothing,” she says, lipstwitching upwards. Isabelle beams back at her, an angel even withsweat making her cheeks gleam and her hair disheveled where it rests.“Just — I love your hair.”

Isabelle's eyelashes flutter,curling in a slow arc across her sharp cheeks. “Really.” Herteeth flash, brilliant white, against her scarlet lips. “What elsedo you love about me?” She enunciates her words, light accentdripping across the word love. Maybe neither of them are readyto say it; to bare themselves so openly, hoping for a safety net tobe there when they fall. Maybe they've already fallen —

And Lydia knows she has, butshe leaves a blistering kiss against Isabelle's jawline, grinninginto Isabelle's skin as she hisses. “You want a list?” shesuggests — it's supposed to be casual, but the weight of thosewords — that there are so many things she loves about Isabelle —gets caught on her, and she chokes on it.

“Maybe,” Isabelle says,eyes gleaming as she looks back down on Lydia. She doesn't miss abeat in the way Lydia's heart is a second from beating completely outof her chest. She doesn't say anything about it — throws her armsaround Lydia's neck, elbows crooking into place. “But for now, Ijust want you to kiss me again.”