no use of y/n. gender-neutral reader. established relationship. modern au. fluff. cuddling. mona is a tarot reader and you miss her while she's doing readings for someone. suggestive ending. wc1.2k
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The pillows under your head are soft. You melt into them and stare at the ceiling while you wait. Your girlfriend, Mona, is in the living room doing tarot readings for her clientele.
She calls them clients, but Mona won’t accept monetary payment for her services. It’s always a bought lunch or something small, like class notes. Starry tapestries hang on Mona’s ceiling, dizzying in design and overlapping where they’re pinned. The fan hums quietly in the corner.
You’re bored and miss Mona. You saw her an hour ago, she had left you with a kiss before slipping off to read tarot and greet her guests. To be polite and let her focus, if you’re over while she’s reading, you stay in her room. It’s at most for an hour, anyway.
You roll over onto your side to scroll mindlessly on your phone. You switch aimlessly between a handful of apps, not lingering on anything for long but returning to them the same. You perk up when you hear the front door click open, muffled as it is through the walls, turning your phone off and dropping it into the sheets beside you.
There’s shuffling in the hall, and then the bedroom door opens.
“Mona,” you light up. Mona steps into the room and shuts the door behind her with a click, twintails swaying with each movement.
“You are acting as though I’ve been gone for very long,” she points out.
“It’s like my love went to war,” you add on, pretending to wilt back into the bed. Well, you’re half pretending. You glance over at Mona.
She’s watching you with a faint smile, lingering by the door. In a few short steps she crosses the distance. You instinctively open your arms to make room for her on top of you.
Mona slots herself above you, a knee between yours and her warmth pressing down on you. You loop your arms around her shoulders to keep her close. Mona hums.
“Hi,” you smile.
“Hi,” Mona says before she closes the gap between the two of you and catches your lips in a kiss. It’s brief and chaste, but it has your heart speeding up. You can feel the transfer of her lipgloss onto your lips, the sensation half tacky and tasting like strawberry.
“How did the reading go?” you ask her. It’s an excuse to hear her talk, you like seeing her passionate.
“It went well,” Mona says after a moment. “She had wanted two readings, a love reading and then for her career.”
“And they were positive?”
“Yes,” she nods. “Very much so, I imagine that her life is about to take a turn for the better. I gave her an astrology reading as well.”
“On top of it?” you blink up at her. She has a habit of adding on various readings as she goes. Mona claims it’s because information should be widely available and that she likes what she does. You don’t have it in you nor a reason to argue against it.
“Mhm,” Mona brushes your noses together, “it just felt right to offer it. I am glad I did, she seemed to have been happy to learn more.”
You hum in response, nuzzling back. You’re glad it went well, but mostly you’re glad to have her this close. You don’t pry into what exactly the readings were or what was said. Instead, you slide a hand up to toy with the hairs at her nape, twisting the dark strands over your finger.
Mona kisses the corner of your mouth in response. You feel warm all over, like you’re melting back into her sheets and will need to be washed out.
“Did you enjoy it?” you ask in reference to the readings. It’s more important that she is having fun.
“I did,” Mona smiles. “You know I like it.”
“Just checking,” you hum and lean up to kiss her again. Mona offers you no resistance. She cups the side of your jaw and deepens the kiss. She’s soft.
Your hand stills in her hair, content to simply keep her against you as you kiss. Her lips move slowly against yours. You know she’s smearing lipgloss on you, leaving tangible marks behind on your skin. It makes you feel warm all over again.
You shift to create a little more room for her, a gap that she easily fills. Mona presses down a bit heavier on you. Every point of contact has you feeling gooey. You think you would let her swallow you whole.
She doesn’t. Mona pulls away to break for air. Your lungs were starting to hurt too. Breathing heavily into each other's space, you take her in.
Her lipgloss is smudged, definitely on your face, and her lips are beginning to puff from kisses. Her eyeliner is impeccable though, nothing around her eyes is out of place, down to each individual speck of glitter in her eyeshadow. Her hair pools on both sides of your shoulders.
She’s beautiful, you think a little dumbly. You think you’re very lucky to have her on top of you, let alone have any interest in you.
Mona meets your gaze with a curious hum. “What?”
“You’re beautiful,” you say simply, putting your thoughts out loud and into the air.
“You—!” Mona’s ears turn red immediately. She looks away. “Stop that.”
“But it’s true,” you smile. “I can’t stop looking at you.”
Mona makes a vague noise and, without preamble, covers your face with a throw pillow. You think it’s the black cat one, but it’s hard to tell when you’re being smothered.
“Hey,” you playfully shove at her. “You’ll kill me.”
“Good,” Mona responds primly. “Serves you right.”
“For what?” you get the pillow off your face and toss it to the side. “Complimenting my girlfriend?”
“Yes,” she says. “Stop talking.”
“Alright, lips are sealed,” you mime, shutting your mouth and pretending to lock it. Mona gives you a look but it’s more fond than truly annoyed. You just look brightly at her.
She exhales and slowly disentangles from you. You’re reluctant to let go. Your fingers slide slowly from her hair and onto the sheets where you rest them limply.
“Sorry,” Mona pats your shoulder gently. “I want to shower. I’ll be back.”
“Don’t console me like a puppy,” you frown slightly. You don’t really mean it, but still!
“Do not act like one,” she counters with a smile and stands up. You don’t have a rebuttal for that. You literally moped in her room waiting for her to finish her tarot appointment.
You sniff in mock offense. “Hm. Don’t be long, I won’t wait all day.”
“Right,” Mona draws the vowels, “no promises.”
With that, Mona slips out of the bedroom again and down the hall to the bathroom. You lay in her bed for a moment, inhaling slowly and letting the lingering traces of her perfume coat your lungs, before you perk up.
If she’s showering, and you know she has no further plans, then that means you might be continuing where you left off when she comes back!
Or just cuddling. You’re more than happy with that too. You go back on your phone to waste the time until Mona graces you with her presence again. With luck, you’ll get her on top of you again.
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You lie on your back, staring at the ceiling like it’s the night sky itself. Mona is beside you, already halfway under the blankets, her hair is freed from her usual twin tail. “How many stars do you think are in the sky?” you ask, voice drifting upward as though it might float past the ceiling. Mona let out a quiet, tired hum. one of those sounds that meant she heard you, but had no intention of using more effort than absolutely necessary to respond. “There’s infinite.” she mutters, sounding one breath away from sleep.
You turn your head and raise a brow. “…Infinite?” “Yes.” she sighs, shifting slightly, trying to coax herself into a comfortable angle. “Unending. Countless. Limitless. Must I explain everything at this hour?” But your mind is already moving, gears turning, sparks catching as you fold your arms across your chest. “But is there really such a thing as infinite?” you begin, words spilling like loose stars. “Everything we know has an end. Land stops. Oceans stop. Even stars burn out eventually, right? space might go on forever, but we can’t see forever. So how do we know infinite is real? What if it’s just something so big we can’t measure it yet?”
Mona groans. A small, exhausted sound that still somehow manages to be fond. She doesn’t interrupt you immediately. No, she listens. Because despite how exhausted she was, despite how her body wanted to be asleep ten minutes ago, she always listens when your mind starts wandering to strange places. Even when the subject was so big and nebulous it sounded like a philosophy lecture from that old woman…
Finally, she turns to face you, blanket slipping off her shoulder a little. Her eyes, though tired, held a mix if gentleness and exasperation that made your voice stall just a little. You stop mid sentence. “What?” you ask. Mona reaches out and taps your forehead lightly. “If you insist on questioning whether infinite things exist” her tone shifts, softens, deepens “then consider the only one I know for certain.” You blink, expecting a lecture on cosmology.
“The love that I hold for you is infinite,” she says. “will you deny that?” The room goes very still. Your thoughts break apart like glass hitting the floor and the only thing you could think of reply was an “...oh.” Your cheeks warming, the heat blooming slowly down your neck. Mona moves closer, looping an arm around your waist. Slow and unhurried like shes moving in a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. Her forehead pressing against your shoulder. You react without thought, a reflex as you pull her in, hands fitting around her as naturally as breathing. “Go to sleep.” she murmurs, lips brushing your collarbone. “After what you said? No fair.” You feel rather than see the smile she tries to hide “Then think about it in the morning.” Well that was easier said than done.
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