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⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ "Cause if you want, you could stay with me in my bed If you want to, only if you want to"
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Marley was sure she could never experience a sensation so sweet as the one she had her lips laid on.
It felt everlasting, like the breeze kissing the the late autumn trees, and the slight tussle of the leaves before they fell to the Earth. Her lips were soft, moving in a delicate dance.
Her mouth was ripe like a tangerine; a tinge of sugar in a whirlwind of citrus. It equated to a blanket being thrown over Marley's shivering limbs, a second extension easing the trembling of her frosted fingers.
It may have been fleeting, but it felt locked in time, like her movements were slow and rigid. Her ears were blocked save for a small buzz, or it could've been their combined breathing, contorting into one steady reap and release of oxygen.
Her vision was limited with a sharp close of her eyes, only imagining the brunette against her. She could merely feel the curl of her lips, merging into a tiny smile—the indented dimples clear in her mind.
She grinned as she pulled her face closer, tangling her fingers into the ochre hair that fell lightly past her shoulders. The parallel girl melted into the kiss, cradling her blushed cheeks with a calloused hand, her eyes clamped shut in bliss.
Her touch was like a dreamland, the quivering brush of her fingers a lasting sensation—rugged, yet gentle against her soft skin.
She almost didn't want to let go, instead craving to stay in their locked embrace, or mold into one. It was a single breath, a gentle second, a split capture of connection.
Until she pushed Marley off of her, shoving the musician backwards, and away from her warm arms.
"What are you doing?"
What was she doing?
The purple haired girl softly hummed as she strolled past the crimson locker rooms, making her way to the wide spread football field. She yelped when she felt a pair of strong arms pull her into a doorway, her eyes widening until she realized who it was.
"Lynn!" She scolded, "i'm not supposed to be in here!"
The athlete only laughed, guiding Marley to her locker, "relax, goody-goody," she teased, "we won't get caught."
The red cheeked girl rolled her eyes playfully, "this has gotta be some form of kidnapping, you know," she said with a tilt of her head, "pulling vulnerable girls into mysterious places can be grounds for suspicion."
