#qmelissa

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I really like melissa can you guys tell haha, shes my fav my diva 💜

For @anonymous-dentist’s Spiderbit Week Day 4

Prompt: Kiss

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It was the moment, she could feel it. Almost as if the breeze carried the air differently, lighter, and the light painted the scene in front of her softly, like one of the many works of art her brunette loved. She could see her through the mirror’s reflection, reapplying her characteristic red lipstick and tucking the stray hairs, delicately falling on her face, behind her ears. Today, she wasn’t wearing her signature bandana, or one of the beautiful hairstyles she usually adorned her lovely brown curls with, which now cascaded freely down her back like a waterfall.

She wanted to frame the image in front of her eyes in a photograph, and be able to remember this day vividly for the rest of her life. Their eyes met in the reflection, receiving a wink and a flirtatious smile that quickly made her look away from the gaze, a brown rich and deep like her morning coffee, and feeling her cheeks blush a soft crimson, like the color of the dress Melissa was wearing, subtly accentuating her soft curves as if she were a Greek statue.

A gentle laugh filled the space within the bar’s bathroom where they were, magically lightening the atmosphere and the nerves she felt on edge. She knew they both could sense it; today was the day.

With newfound conviction, she quickly smoothed her lavender dress, adjusting the small wrinkles that were starting to form, and gave her reflection a fleeting glance to ensure she looked her best. She wasn’t used to wearing dresses or being in situations like this, but the beautiful Mexican woman by her side had managed to break down her walls, motivating her daily to see life with new eyes and experience new things. Turning her gaze back to her beautiful companion, she reached out to take her hand, gently wrapping her own around it.

“Cê tà pronta, guapita?”

“Estoy lista, gatinha.”

”Vamos voltar então.” she responded softly, leading her back to the dance floor.

She wasn’t used to dancing or going out at night, or going out at all. If you asked her friends, they would tell you that Celine was simply a solitary and introverted person, possessing a character similar to that of a cat, and she enjoyed her alone time and privacy more than anything else in her life, perhaps except for her work and her childhood cat, Zeno. This was why she had come to the city about five months ago, in search of peace, stability, and a new beginning after a few intense years of family conflicts that had finally overflowed her patience. She was deeply grateful to her past self for making that brave decision because since then, her life had never been so happy.

Her job as a writer allowed her to live wherever her heart desired, and she had chosen Quesadilla Bay because her publisher’s headquarters were there. It was said that the small town had a unique magic in its lands, making its residents cheerful and community-spirited. If you asked her, she didn’t believe much in those words, but perhaps the beautiful woman accompanying her tonight was the personification of those ancient legends.

They had met at the psychological consultation she had started attending a month after moving. She wasn’t her therapist, but they often took the same bus back to their homes, as they lived a few buildings apart in the heart of the city. It was Melissa who approached her first, with an extroverted and curious soul that couldn’t ignore the dark blonde after three weeks of leaving the same place and getting off at the same stop.

They quickly formed a friendship, built on a foundation of common interests and personalities that simply clicked. When her guapita found out that after two months of living in the city, she still didn’t know it beyond the medical consultation, her publisher’s building, the corner minimarket, and her own building, she made it her personal mission to introduce Celine to her new home, aiming for the young woman to fall in love with the unique magic brought by the coastal breeze of Quesadilla.

She had succeeded, it took just three months not only to make her fall for the hidden charms of the bay, but also for her beautiful and charismatic guide. She wasn’t someone interested in romance or particularly attracted to the idea of a relationship, her family giving her a poor example of them, but something in Melissa had awakened her senses, and after weeks of flirting that kept blurring the line between friendship and something more, she was more than ready to finally cross the invisible boundary she had set at the beginning of their relationship.

The brunette had managed to open and enter her heart, and every opportunity they spent together, getting to know each other more and more, made it increasingly inevitable to reach this moment. She knew she had to be the one to take the first step now, and she was finally ready to do so.

Back on the dance floor, she delicately placed her hands on her companion’s waist, subtly pulling her closer to her own body. She could feel the brunette’s arms resting on her shoulders, her slender fingers starting to play with the short strands of her hair. Both moved in a gentle sway to the rhythm of the song playing through the bar’s speakers.

“Your streak has grown out, maybe it's time I help you bleach it again,” her Mel mentioned, moving one of her hands to the older girl’s face to brush her bangs with her thumb.

The white streak decorating her hair had been an impulsive decision during a night of insomnia. Celine had sent a message around two in the morning, not expecting a prompt response, and maybe a brief lecture on why it was a bad idea in the morning, but she was surprised to hear knocks on her door and see the Mexican outside her apartment, just 20 minutes after sending the message, still in pajamas, with her satin bonnet on to protect her beautiful curls at night, and a bag that seemed to contain bleach and toner.

She knew she could always count on Melissa for whatever she needed, as the brunette always reminded her every time they met, but seeing her there, so ready and willing to help her in the middle of one of her identity crises, made her realize, for the first time, how her heartbeat simply accelerated in her presence.

“Do you want to come back to my apartment after we get tired of this place and do it?” she responded, in what she considered a subtly flirtatious way, not wanting to end the night too soon.

Tonight was a themed night at the bar near their homes, and she had taken the initiative to officially invite her to their first official date together, after noticing the Mexican’s interest upon discovering the event in a flyer on the street while they were walking Meli’s puppy, Firusflais. Since then, there had been a special sparkle in the young woman’s chocolate eyes, still present now, as they made eye contact.

“¿Te me estás insinuando, belleza?” she responded with a flirtatious tone, sparking a small panic within her.

“NAO! Quero dizer, sim!… talves?” Her quick, panicked babbling once again elicited Melissa’s soft laughter, which had an automatic calming effect on her nerves.

“Calma, gatinha, I know what you mean. I’m happy to go home with you tonight and help with your beautiful hair.” Her hand rested on her cheek, her thumb now gently caressing it. Her guapita knew about her asexuality, and although it was her nature to make flirtatious comments like this, she always assured her that those were never her intentions and that she simply enjoyed seeing the blush that always appeared on her cheeks when she was flirted with.

She couldn’t help, being so close and with Melissa’s gentle hands still in her hair and on her face, to take a small breath to gather her strength and shorten the distance between them a little more. The brunette, playing along, adjusted her body further into the blonde’s arms, now their bodies fully in contact and their faces just a few centimeters apart.

“Melissa, guapita, this night has been magical…” she gave a small sigh, briefly redirecting her gaze to the girl’s plump, red lips before quickly returning her eyes to hers. “And I really enjoy spending my time with you, you’ve changed my life, little by little, and I’m so fortunate to have you. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”

She paused momentarily as she felt her eyes well up, feeling like a loser for not being able to confess her feelings to the goddess she held in her arms, but before she could continue, Melissa stole the words from her.

“Dulzura, you’ve changed my life too, thank you for coming into it and making me so happy.” She whispered, looking directly into her eyes and still caressing her cheek, the gesture dissipating the tears that still clouded her vision. There was no need to speak louder; being so close, mere murmurs sufficed to understand each other.

“Meli, Lissa, guapita… eu gosto demais de você…” Gently squeezing her waist, she moved closer to whisper in her ear. “E eu adoraria, se você me der a chance, beijar você agora.”

She could feel how Melissa, still with one of her hands tangled in her hair, gently pushed it to establish eye contact again, their faces barely a centimeter apart. Both blushing but with beautiful smiles and a gaze that screamed love as they looked at each other.

“No hay nada que me gustaría más que besarte, corazón.” she responded, the brunette taking the initiative and finally bringing their lips together for the first time.

Melissa’s lips tasted like the margaritas she had ordered when they were still at the table, with a slight hint of cherries, probably due to the lip balm she always carried with her. With her eyes closed, her sweet scent filled her nostrils, almost visualizing her perfume in the back right corner of the psychologist’s vanity. And the touch of her lips, moving in automatic synchrony, completely clouded the rest of her senses.

"The greatest gem of quessadila Island" 💄

this is q!melissa to me