#kheadcannon

It’s an hour later—on her way home that shefeels it, feels something being let go of—and she feels her body shiver with asilent scream. She could feel the sticky wetness on her thighs as she drovehome and she couldn’t stop to check, was too terrified to part her legs and see the truth. The blood was crimson against her soft skin, and seemed so jarring—in comparison. Her voice was soft as if quietness would dispell the fears in her gut—that she’d lost something. Allowed her family to take one more thing away from her.She didn’t speak—just drove her and Aria to the hospital in stony silence. She couldn’t hear a thing—it was all white noise. She let the doctors drew blood—flooded her room and she simply let them, her mind some where else completely—she didn’t need to see the doctor’s face to see it was the worst news—that this was the end of something. “I’m sorry Kemi—you lost the baby.” She felt nauseous—wants to hurl—wants to do something. But it’s like she’s lost her voice, somewhere between her father’s office and cold hospital beds. She doesn’t notice Aria come in, with dark bruises blossoming on her pretty face. She doesn’t realise that her older sister is clutching her arms—and kissing her forehead. She doesn’t notice that her body is shuddering—that she is sobbing. Doesn’t hear the doctor talking about how her rib is cracked—doesn’t notice anything happening to her. She’s just cold, and silent—and their words do nothing to penetrate the place she’s in. She’s sure the doctor is saying something else—but for a moment everything clicks into place.

Rose’s kisses are a surprise to her. She’s never sure what they mean when they come—and she has no real experience with dating other women anyway— but she would date her, and when Rose presses her lips against hers outside of an Italian Deli, it feels a lot like they are dating—and she likes it, a little too much. 

She has a strange propensity for getting hammered when she wants to talk about something— so she doesn’t talk to the brown haired girl when she’s frustrated with something, she shows up at her door, half drunk, and damp from the London rain. She mumbles fuck it— and closes the distance between them, pressing her lips against the pretty brunettes. Kemi tastes like whiskey and Rose has a way of tasting slightly like forgiveness.

She’s not much for PDA but it’s becoming a surprising habit of theirs— maybe it’s the fact that the man was clearly hitting on her— or it was the fact that she couldn’t help the jealousy bubbling up in her pit but she’s kissing her before the man can get a word in edge wise, it’s a bruising intense kiss, her hands lost in the other girls locks and it’s the best version of fuck off she could offer the pervy stranger. 

Sometimes she frustrates Rose into kissing her, her lips kissing her neck, the corner of her lips—anywhere but her mouth. She’s sure they shouldn’t be making out in the cinema like teenagers with nowhere else to go but she didn’t care much for this movie anyway. Rose grabs her after twenty minutes of teasing and kisses her soundly, stopping her own round of teasing. When the girl pulls away its with a murmur— “Behave Kem-“ 

The first time Spencer kisses her— her back is pressed against the bark of a willow tree, and she’s sure it’s a poetic sight, but she can’t do more than feel the steady current between them, the pull and give of something she hadn’t realised had blossomed in her chest, and she kisses him back as if to impress the point that she will never go anywhere. That she never could.

The first time she goes on a work trip—and leaves his side, she knows she’s screwed. She cannot concentrate— and she pushes through only because she knows she’s going back soon. When she lands in chicago she doesn’t check into a hotel—she just runs into his bedroom and spins him away from his desk and plants one on him. It’s a surprise kiss, and she’s sure he’s wondering what’s got into her—but he says nothing. Just kisses her back with the same intensity. She never checks into another hotel in Chicago, again.

The first time she kisses him after he makes love to her, she’s still steeping in the feeling. She didn’t expect him to do that— make love to her. And she will pick it apart later, let her mind work through what just happened on his couch— but for now she sinks into his soft lips, and lets herself be wrapped up in the taste of him. The kiss is soft—and decadent—and heady, and she wants more of it, the second he pulls away. 

The first time anyone catches them kissing— it is her niece. There is mistletoe in the door way—and she’s never been kissed under it before. He kisses her before she voices anything, and it’s supposed to be a quick peck before they return to the din of her family but it stretches out, into a small moment of them— even when they are lost in a fray of people. She feels the tugging at her hand, and when she looks down her two year old niece is there giggling arms outstretched towards Kemi.  ”Up!” 

Send ✉ for an 2 AM textKemi: How do you feel about pie? Kemi: I just made a three course meal...Kemi: come eat with me :P

Send ✘ for an unsent textKemi: The night I slept with you... I didn't have nightmares. Kemi: I'm not sorry we...hooked up. And I know I should be... but..

 Send ☠ for a threatening message

Kemi: I'm over your bull shit. seriously- don't fucking ignore me and then show up at my house like everything's alright. Kemi: It's not fucking alright.

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate messageKemi: You look cute when you're trying to piss me off.Kemi: Like I could kiss you cute. Kemi: ....Let's pretend I didn't say that.