sometimes this has a hot, sweet taste [Sunset] [AO3] - the world loves carol to the point of creation, invention, manipulation.
written for the @completelyarbitrarysunsetex ! please consider checking it out on the sunset archive (a femslash-focused ao3 clone), as this exchange was designed to raise engagement on the archive, and my recipient is also the founder of sunset and the single person running it right now! <3
rated E, 2.2k words
When you lift your head, she lifts your chin gently until she can kiss you, warm and lovely. When she does, you feel the swell of joy from every romantic on Earth, and you recall the physiological effects—reductions in blood pressure and cortisol, increased skin temperature—but the knowledge doesn’t crowd your mind(s); it melds in harmony with the joy and pleasure of the kiss, the combined brain power of the planet vast enough to hold every piece of this moment, and everything else in the world besides. Carol draws back with languid ease, and her eyes meet yours, half-lidded and finally relaxed after so much anger and fear. “Zosia,” she says. “Yes?” Your response is eager, the desire to please her more powerful even than the sedative effects of her touch. “What do you want?” Carol says, and you wish she hadn’t asked you this again.
