Request: Female Reader x Female Crush
It’s getting on towards evening, and all your major obligations for the day are finally finished. She invited you to dinner tonight, but you’re not sure if she meant it as a date or just a dinner between friends. You’ve been getting closer lately, and the two of you have been talking about more personal stuff going on in your lives, and it makes you really happy that she’s starting to trust you. You always found her really attractive and wanted to get closer to her, but the more you do, the more you realize this may be more than just a little crush.
However, she’s kept her cards close to her chest up to this point. You’re not sure if she’s even into girls as well, though she’s definitely come across as flirty at times. It took longer than it should have for you to decide what to wear for something that might not even be a date; you want to look nice, but certainly not overdressed.
You show up about ten minutes early at the place you agreed on, and she’s already there. And she looks stunning. The sunset casts a gorgeous light on her skin and hair, and she looks so put flawlessly put together, but with no effort. She smiles at you and runs up to you excitedly the moment she sees you.
“Hey, you look great!” She grins at you and places her hands in yours before pulling you into a brief hug, which you happily reciprocate, letting the scent of her shampoo linger in your mind for a moment.
“Hey, thanks you too.” You tell her. She shyly looks down and grins.
It’s been a long week, so being here with her like this is such a nice way to finish it off. You playfully offer her your arm, “shall we?” You ask
“Of course,” she threads her hand through your elbow and the two of you head to your destination.
Dinner is pleasant, but somewhat uneventful. The two of you talk about your weeks, share inside jokes, and just bask in each others’ company. It’s clear that she views you as a trusted friend, but you can’t help but notice the way her lovely eyes focus on you sometimes when you talk. There’s a warmth, and even a glow in her face that you feel like you haven’t seen before. This isn’t the first time you’ve hung out and talked alone, but tonight feels somehow different.
When it’s time to pay for your food, before the server can even ask how you want to split the bill, she immediately takes the check herself. You begin to protest - if you’d known she was paying, you’d have been a little more conscientious about your choices.
“Girl, don’t even!” She laughs, “I asked you to have dinner with me tonight. It’s my treat.”
The server gives the two of you a knowing look and asks what the occasion is. You look down, not sure how to respond.
“Nothing in particular. Celebrating the end of the week, I guess.” She’s so poised and put together. It’s kind of crazy that she’d pick you of all people to spend her evening with, but you couldn’t be happier that she did.
You think the two of you will likely part ways now that dinner’s over, but as you’re stepping outside, she asks you what you wanna do now.
“I’m just not ready to say goodnight yet. I’m just gonna be bored and lonely if I go home now.” The two of you discuss possible things and places you could go, but you eventually settle on going back to her place to just chill and hang out.
Once you get to her place, you make yourself comfortable. It’s not the first time you’ve been here, so you’re somewhat familiar with the layout of her living space. She tells you to get comfortable and then leaves the room.
You play around on your phone for a few minutes, and she comes back in with drinks for you both in case you get thirsty later on, and the two of you just talk for a while. In fact, you talk for a long while, just sitting on her floor together, laughing, sharing stories.
At least an hour has passed, and you find yourself relaxing more and more in her company, and you lay on her floor casually. Much to your surprise, she crawls across the floor and gently pulls your head into her lap and begins stroking your hair and forehead while you talk. You’re looking into each other’s eyes as she traces her fingers very gently across your brow, and the conversation reaches a lull.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, she smiles and sighs, “you’re so cute,” she tells you softly. You reach up and cup her face in yours without even thinking about it.
“So are you,” you answer, almost in awe that this girl you admire so much is saying this to you. Her free hand clasps yours gently, and she leans into your caress, planting a few gentle kisses across your knuckles, and you feel your heart start to race. Of course you want to take this further, but you also want to respect any boundaries she may have, and it really is getting late.
However, you linger here in this moment a little while longer till you hear a noise from outside - maybe her neighbors, or her family, or just a car on the street outside.
You sit up, and she giggles at you. Apparently your hair is a bit messy, but she smooths it down for you.
“I should probably get going,” you tell her. She nods, but you can see a hint of disappointment in her face.
“I’m really happy we got to do this tonight, Y/N. Thank you so much for coming over too.” Something about the way she says your name feels slightly different. There’s a warm and gentle affection in her tone that you pick up on as the two of you get up.
You gather your things, and she sees you out before you leave. She squeezes your hand outside her door, and you turn to look at her.
“Um…. When can we do this again?” She asks boldly. The two of you go through your schedules and figure out a day that works best for you, and she keeps glancing at you shyly and then away.
“Well, goodnight.” You tell her and pull her into a long embrace. You want to feel and memorize her warmth before you go home, and once again, the smell of her shampoo is sweet and subtle.
You start to pull away from the hug, and as you do, it happens so fast, it feels almost surreal. Her lips brush against yours. It’s the briefest peck of a kiss, so soft you almost didn’t feel it, but she definitely kissed you! You blush and look down, not sure what to say. She holds onto your hand as you gaze at your shoes, and you finally look up at her.
“I’ll text you,” you finally say awkwardly. She nods, and you see she’s blushing like crazy too.
Once you get home and finish your evening routine, you keep touching your lips. You can still feel the impression of her soft mouth brushing against yours and you still remember the way her fingers weaved through your hair.
The two of you are texting each other late into the night, and you feel like everything is so magical and perfect at this point.
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