#queermiraculous

Finally, the train reached her stop, and she pushed through the crowd, out onto the platform, and up, back to the street. She’d hoped that the rain would have stopped by now, but of course, it hadn’t. It was a five-minute walk back to her apartment, and she bore it head down, rain blasting at her.

She made it back to her apartment with barely an inch of her dry. Marwa was home, but that didn’t mean the door would be unlocked; Marwa never left it unlocked. Ellie didn’t have the energy to dig through her purse for her keys, so she knocked on the door, and waited, slumped against the doorframe. She barely heard Marwa’s light shuffle up to the door, and then her soft “Oh!” when she looked through the peephole. The door swung open, revealing Marwa’s round face and confused expression.

“Did you forget your keys?” she asked.

“Nope,” Ellie said, pulling her soaked jacket off. “Just didn’t have the energy to open it myself.”

Marwa frowned. “Long day?”

Ellie nodded, settling onto the couch. “The longest. And then this,” she gestured to the window, where rain separated them from the outside world in a thick sheet.

“Aw, I like a good storm,” Marwa said, handing Ellie a cup of tea.

Ellie thanked her, letting the steam warm her face. Marwa settled in next to her and rested her head on Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Suddenly a crack of thunder startled them both, and Ellie felt Marwa tense beneath her.

Ellie laughed softly. “I thought you said you like storms,” she teased.

“I do,” Marwa protested. She looked up at her exhausted girlfriend and smiled. Slowly, Ellie leaned down and kissed her, full on the mouth. It was a long, slow, sweet kiss, and Ellie felt all the tension of the day slip away as she melted into her girlfriend.

At last, they broke apart. Marwa smiled into Ellie’s mouth before looking down. She pinched Ellie’s drenched slacks. “You should go change, babe.”

“I could,” Ellie agreed, her eyes shut, head leaning back against the couch, “or I could just stay here.”

“Hm, staying here does sound nice,” Marwa agreed, snuggling into Ellie’s chest.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” Ellie mumbled.