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"So why do you wear that?"
Zagan looked up, having been reclining on the couch scrolling through her phone. Badyah was gazing at her like a curious puppy, head tilted and everything. She didn't give any further context, so Zagan sat up a little.
"Huh?" Perfect response.
"The glove. Why do you wear it?" The vampire glanced at her gloved arm, then back to Badyah. She still had that same, intrigued look on her face. It was adorable.
"It looks nice. Plus, it's comfortable," Zagan answered nonchalantly, already moving to sit up fully to face her girlfriend.
"Can I see?" The aforementioned girl asked, holding her hands out eagerly. With a shrug, Zagan placed her hand in Badyah's, the warmth of her skin a sharp contrast to her own constant chill. Her girlfriend turned her hand over, running across the fabric of her glove.
"It's soft," she murmured, almost to herself and yet loud enough for Zagan to hear. Fuck, since when did she get flustered so easily? She had to look away, features darkening into a blush as Badyah continued to run her fingers across the fabric. Her pointed ears flicked nervously as she sat there. There is a very pretty girl that I am currently dating holding my hand. We are dating. Shouldn’t I be less blushy about this?
Entirely zoned out, she was unaware of Badyah sliding her hand up to the edge of her glove, resting her thumb where it met her skin. She hardly even heard the tail end of her question. “...like?” Zagan sat up, gaze locked on Badyah’s hand for another second before finally drifting up to her face. She still had that insufferably adorable look on her face.
I want to kiss her and bite her and hold her hand and shout in her face at the same time. What is wrong with me?
“Say what?”
‘Say what?’ Who says that? Badyah just grinned a little wider and repeated her question. “I was asking what the inside feels like. Must be different from the outside.” The human laced their hands together casually, short-circuiting Zagan for a second time. Focus. Answer the damn question.
“Yep, it’s, um, it’s softer. D’you wanna see?”
“Sure!” Badyah didn’t move, though, as if waiting for something to happen. Zagan distantly realized oh yeah, she’s waiting for me to take it off. She hesitantly let go of her hand to slide her glove off, handing it to her girlfriend. She snatched it eagerly, turning part of it inside out to run her thumb along the fabric. Her eyes widened with what could only be described as pure joy, and it took everything in Zagan to stop herself from kissing her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the gleeful expression on her face, engrossed with the soft fabric.
I’m in love with her.
The realization came fast and nearly shocked her. Shouldn’t she have been aware of this by now? They wouldn’t be dating if she didn’t love her, so why did the idea surprise her so much? Neither of them have said it, that’s probably it. Zagan relaxed a little, contenting herself with watching Badyah.
I love her. I truly and utterly love her.
“...Why are you looking at me like that?”
She shook herself out of her stupor for, what, the third time? She must’ve had a dopey look on her face, because the girl in front of her didn’t seem upset. In fact, she was still smiling, almost sheepishly looking at Zagan. Her thoughts faltered again at the expression on her face. How can one person be so fucking adorable?
“Zagan?”
“Yeah?” God, she sounded stupidly dreamy when she said that.
“Are you okay?” Badyah asked quietly, as if afraid of breaking the fragile peace around them. There was a hint of fondness in her tone, though. She definitely caught me staring, Zagan thought distantly, scrambling for an answer. “Mhm, fine, why do you ask?”
“You were staring,” Badyah answered bluntly, confirming her suspicions. She’d stopped fiddling with her glove, now looking at the vampire attentively. “Why?”
Zagan stumbled over her words, struggling to come up with a comprehensible answer. What am I supposed to tell her? How do I explain this to her when she looks so- her thoughts were cut off by a giggle, and warm hands cupped her face. Badyah pecked her on the lips, sending her into a momentary daze that she was soon dragged out of by her next works.
“It’s okay. I like you staring.”
Badyah’s arms slid down to wrap around her neck as she pulled her into a longer kiss. Zagan found her hands resting on her girlfriend’s waist, pulling her close. All she could think of was how nice it was to kiss her, and how comforting her warm skin felt against her own. When they parted, Badyah let out a soft breath, leaning her head against the vampire’s right shoulder.
“I love you,” she mumbled casually, grabbing her formerly gloved hand to run her thumb across the skin. Zagan’s gaze softened and she hummed, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, too.”
Holding Badyah in her arms, Zagan couldn’t have been happier. She let her eyes drift closed, intent to enjoy the moment. They were rather unfortunately interrupted, though, by the front door to Dead End slamming open, revealing a very out of breath Norma. Both girls on the couch jumped, Zagan instinctively pulling Badyah closer. Norma was smiling fondly, if seeming just a little disappointed.
“Hey, uh, Badyah, we were supposed to record a podcast episode today, remember?” Norma asked, her journal held in her arms. The girl in her arms sat up, and she sorely missed the warmth. “Shoot, that’s right! Sorry, I lost track of time.”
Badyah got up off the couch, pulling Zagan into a short kiss before heading off. “Bye, Zagan!”
The door closed with a creak.
“How is she so fucking cute?”