Nymphia sat at her desk, eyes glued to her computer screen. The endless stream of emails, meetings, and deadlines had her feeling overwhelmed. The stress of her demanding job was starting to take its toll. She sighed deeply, running her fingers through her hair, wishing for a moment of peace.
Meanwhile, Jane, Nymphia's loving girlfriend, was at home. She knew Nymphia had been having a rough week and wanted to do something special to lift her spirits. Jane decided to surprise her at work. She grabbed her keys and headed out, stopping at Nymphia's favorite café to get her a caramel latte. She also picked up some of Nymphia's favorite snacks and food from their go-to restaurant.
Arriving at Nymphia's office, Jane carried a bag full of goodies and the warm caramel latte. She made her way to Nymphia's desk and knocked gently on the doorframe.
"Nymphia?" Jane called softly.
Nymphia looked up, her tired eyes widening in surprise. "Jane? What are you doing here?"
"I thought you could use a little pick-me-up," Jane said with a warm smile. She walked over and placed the bag of food and snacks on Nymphia's desk. "And of course, your favorite caramel latte."
Nymphia's eyes filled with tears as she stared at the thoughtful gifts. "Jane, you didn't have to do this," she said, her voice trembling.
Jane gently took Nymphia's hand. "I wanted to. I know how hard you've been working, and I hate seeing you so stressed. You deserve a break and a little bit of joy."
Nymphia stood up and wrapped her arms around Jane, burying her face in Jane's shoulder. "Thank you so much," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
Jane held Nymphia tightly, rubbing her back soothingly. "Anything for you, my love. You're the most important person in my life, and I want to make sure you're okay."
Nymphia pulled back slightly, looking into Jane's eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You always know how to make everything better."
Jane wiped away Nymphia's tears with her thumb. "That's because I love you, and I always will. Now, let's sit down and enjoy this food together, okay?"
Nymphia nodded, a smile breaking through her tears. They sat together at Nymphia's desk, sharing the food and savoring the caramel latte. The stress of the day seemed to melt away as they enjoyed each other's company.
In that moment, Nymphia realized just how lucky she was to have Jane by her side. No matter how tough things got at work, she knew she could always count on Jane's love.
"I think Morphine bought the wrong one, it's twice as big as the others,"
"What are you two talking about me for?" Morphine asked, entering the tent. They looked through the extra food bag as the other two rolled out the sleeping bag.
"This! It's practically a mattress," Jane pointed out. Nymphia sat cross-legged on the large sleeping bag, taking up the majority of the tent.
Morphine shrugged, "Neither of you two had a sleeping bag, so I found a double-size one online," They took out the hot dog buns and left the tent.
Jane quickly followed them as Nymphia set up her side of the tent. "Did you forget that I've had a crush on her forever?" Jane whisper-screamed once they were far enough away from the tent.
Morphine innocently tilted their head, "A crush on who?"
"Just tell her already, it's obvious to everyone on the planet that you like her," Sapphira said as she worked on starting the campfire. She took the handful of dried leaves from Q before piling them on the logs.
"It's also Nymphia we are talking about, you might need to spell it out for her," Mirage added as she added the lighter fluid.
"That's true, the girl knows a thousand languages, but love isn't one of them," Sapphira said.
Jane sighed, "Fine, I'll ask her. I just need a bit of help,"
"Asking who what?" Nymphia appeared behind Jane. The blonde jumped as the wood erupted into flames. "Maybe I can help you," she offered cheerfully.
Jane tried to calm her breathing, "That's okay, I'm gonna go find some uh, berries," she tried excusing herself.
"Maybe Nymphia and you can talk while you get the berries," Morphine winked.
Jane found the bag of marshmallows nearby and playfully threw them at Morphine's head. But Morphine ducked just in time, hitting the next person.
"Hey!" Amanda called as she got out of her and Dawn's tent.
Jane grabbed Nymphia's loose hand, "Run!" she said as she led them down the long path.
While Jane was in a deep sleep the next morning, Nymphia found Morphine sitting on a log getting out the campfire pans for breakfast.
"Anything?" They asked as Nymphia sat on the log, looking defeated.
"Nothing and we were practically cuddling all night!" Nymphia said as she opened the package of breakfast sausage for Morphine. "That big sleeping bag I got did nothing,"
"She'll tell you when she's ready," Morphine said emphatically. It was a game of cat and mouse between them, seeing who would tell the other first.
"Are you sure? I've been waiting forever for her to make the first move," Nymphia sighed.
"More than sure, she just needs to get over her ego first,"
My life has gotten incredibly busy the last few weeks, but I really wanted to get this out. So enjoy some planymphia!
As Anetra and Kira took their final bows with the others on stage, Nymphia reached into the small paper bag for a mochi donut. Instead of the sweet treat, she felt long fingers instead.
“Oh, sorry,” Nymphia said as she retreated her hand.
Jane smiled at her as she handed her a donut. “It’s okay, you have soft hands,” Jane playfully shrugged.
Nymphia took the donut as Jane helped herself to a different one, “Should you be telling me that when you’re married?” she asked, pointing at the ring. She tried to keep her tone light and playful.
Jane shook her head, a hint of sadness in her eyes, “Widowed, actually,”
nymph being a physical touch girlie is so real which leads me to a prompt idea¿
a 5+1 kinda thing with the 5 times nymphia was a cuddly pda gf and the +1 that jane initated the pda
baby i jus wanna dance (with u)
here’s my super late response to this cutie prompt in honor of the cute lil touchy moment from pj’s story today ::) i’ve had this one written for a lil bit but kept it in the drafts for a while, but it feels alright to share it with u today <3 thank u to my beloved headgleeksana for being such a muse & the best beta reader of all time <3
Jane comes back to it often - the first time she knew she was in trouble.
She’d only known Nymphia for a few minutes before she’d been dragged to the center of the dance floor. She’d like to have said she was playing hard to get, or that she was just naturally mysterious and completely unmovable, but none of that was true. Jane was just awkward, and not much of a dancer, and Nymphia was making her nervous. The bass thumped in Jane’s chest, but it could’ve been her heart. The mirrorball sent silver squares of light shining in her eyes, but it could’ve been that Nymphia was really just that bright. She was glowing, even in the dim purple light of the nightclub. She was endlessly captivating, all hips and dark hair and glittering eyes looking up expectantly at Jane.
“I didn’t take you to be so nervous,” she laughed, looking every bit like Jane’s dream girl except paralyzingly, overwhelmingly real.
Jane hesitated, open-mouthed and dazzled. “I don’t really dance.”
Nymphia just shook her head, rolled her eyes, one corner of her mouth twisting up into a smirk. “Just follow me,” she insisted.
And then Nymphia did it - reached out and touched Jane for the first time. She took Jane’s hands and guided them to her waist, laying them against the curve of her hips like she knew they’d fit. Nymphia’s hands lingered for a moment over Jane’s, holding her there as she started to move, giving Jane permission to follow the ebb and flow of her body, watching her eyes as they caught on the swing of her hips, how her breath hitched in her throat. Then Nymphia smiled, because she knew she had her. When Nymphia went to drape her arms around Jane’s shoulder’s, Jane didn’t dare let her go. Nymphia was a figment of her wildest dreams, not the sort of thing you can take your hands off of. Her body shimmered beneath the lights, curving with every change in tempo, eyes low and dangerous. Jane didn’t have to be a dancer. She just had to be good at being awe-struck by Nymphia.
“Not so hard, was it?” Nymphia yelled over the music a while later, a bit breathless and grinning.
No, Jane thought. Not at all.
-
It was some weeks later and they’d agreed to stop meeting like this - unplanned and every weekend and in line for drinks at the bar. Instead they’d try the real world on, see if their dancefloor encounters could translate into coffee shop dates. Jane was nervous; it was one thing to be wanted in the dark, and entirely another to be wanted in the light of day. She wasn’t sure it would work, that Nymphia could want her in the same, all-consuming way Jane had come to want her. She was worried, even when Nymphia was sitting across from her starry-eyed and smiling. Even when Nymphia slid around the table to show her something on her phone, and her hair brushed against Jane’s cheek because she had leaned in that close. And then Jane said something stupid that sent Nymphia into hysteric, head-tilted-back-open mouthed laughter, and her hand was resting on her thigh, squeezing just above Jane’s knee. And then, somehow, Jane wasn’t so worried anymore.
It had been several hours and Jane and Nymphia were still too enthralled in each other’s company to notice the barista shuffling around the shop, a bit too polite to say they were closing in five minutes and should really be on their way.
“Can I walk you home?” Jane asked when they were finally shooed away. She’d been thinking it for the past hour - that she didn't want the afternoon to end, that she wanted to accompany Nymphia into the night, to follow her as long as she’d allow. Nymphia beamed as they pushed through the doorway and onto the street, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Then, without even looking, she reached for Jane’s hand.
It was like some ancient dance they’d done in a past life but were remembering now; Nymphia’s palm sliding against Jane’s, coaxing her fingers apart in some unspoken command. And then Nymphia had taken Jane’s hand, laced them together as though she’d done it a hundred times before, and was leading Jane down the street like it was as natural as breathing. Like she was ready to take her on. Like she knew exactly where they were going.
-
Jane was trying really hard not to be a total bitch about this situation, but it was proving difficult.
It was supposed to be a quick trip to the store for snacks and wine and whatever else they needed to hole up in Jane’s apartment for the rest of the weekend, but it was taking much longer than anticipated. The line hadn’t moved in ages, for some unknown reason Jane and Nymphia had been guessing at for the past ten minutes in a desperate attempt to keep morale high.
“I mean, really, are they paying in fucking pennies?,” Jane grumbled, but not quietly enough. The man standing in line ahead of them glanced over his shoulder, and Jane resisted the urge to sneer until he had turned away, then did so at the back of his head.
Nymphia muffled a laugh with her hand, even though the situation had stopped feeling fun and silly several minutes ago. She was tired, they both were. It had been a long day, an even longer week, and their Friday night escape into each other’s company had been the guiding light through all of it. That light could not be any more necessary at this moment, or feeling any more out of reach.
“This is taking too long,” Jane groaned, rose on her toes and craned her neck towards the front of the line.
“I know,” Nymphia squeezed her hand.
Jane fell back into place, defeated. “I’m tired, Nymph.”
“I know, baby,” Nymphia sighed. “Me too.”
And then Nymphia leaned into Jane, letting her head come to rest on the taller girl’s shoulder. The weight of Nymphia against Jane was gentle, grounding somehow, a light pressure that held Jane down. It reminded her that Nymphia was real, that they were, that this was; in that, there was always comfort to be found. And then there was a small smile on Jane’s lips, because if she had to be stuck with anyone at the end of all things, she was glad it was with Nymphia.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Nymphia said, voice small and just for them to hear, and Jane wholeheartedly believed her.
-
It’s a Sunday afternoon, and they’re at the birthday party of one of Jane’s friends. The summer sun is still high in the six o’clock sky and promising to shine for a while longer, filtering down through the trees and shining soft and gorgeous over the scene: people gathered in clusters across the backyard, drinking or dancing or waving their hands as they emphasize the details of some hilarious story. Jane hasn’t bothered with the formality of informing everyone Nymphia is her girlfriend, but she doesn't really have to. She slips Nymphia into every conversation, takes her home at the end of every night, brings her with her to bars and birthday parties. That says enough to anyone who really knows her. Jane looks out across the gathering and spies Nymphia across the way, engaged in conversation with a gaggle of Jane’s friends. On the way here she’d made Jane promise not to leave her side, something about being scared and socially inept, but here she is now - arm in arm with people she’s only just met, and already has them doubled over with laughter. Nymphia smiles, and the day seems brighter somehow. Jane smiles too, if only to herself, because she knows Nymphia is supposed to be here with her. She’s never doubted that for a second.
The song that’s playing over the speakers fades out, and is quickly replaced with the opening notes of another. Nymphia’s head turns, and Jane knows she’s scanning the party for her, because this is one of their favorites. This is the one they couldn’t remember the name of for weeks on end, the one that randomly reappeared on shuffle when they were making dinner two Sundays ago, the one they sang to each other in the kitchen, dancing and spinning and sliding across the tile in their socks. Nymphia finally spots her and the corner of her mouth pulls into a smile, because Jane is already making her way over to her.
“Mind if I steal her away?” Jane says to her friends, who are still laughing at whatever absurd story Nymphia had been telling, and curls her arm around Nymphia’s waist. She doesn’t mind when they ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ and jokingly make Jane promise to give her back later. She completely understands. She’d want her back too.
“Couldn’t go on without me, huh?” Nymphia beams, hand already finding Jane’s as they walk towards the garden.
“Something like that,” Jane hums and brings Nymphia’s hand to her mouth, kisses it absentmindedly. “Wanna dance?”
“You’re not a dancer,” Nymphia teases, like she’s not already putting her arms around Jane’s neck, like she’s not already falling into step.
Jane shrugs, smiles, and takes Nymphia’s waist. “It’s not so bad,” she says, because it isn’t. Not with Nymphia.
They come together. It’s not the electrically charged dance of a nightclub, it’s hardly the sort of song you ask someone to dance to, but it doesn’t really matter. They’re dancing anyway, soft and sweet in the garden and surrounded by friends.
There’s a lot of things that could be scaring Jane right now, but aren't; not that she doesn’t know how to dance, not that she and Nymphia are in the light of day, not that another week starts tomorrow. She’ll get through it. She’s in good hands.
When Jane pulls Nymphia closer, she’s not scared at all. Not scared of what it means, or what people will say, or that everyone will know that her heart belongs wholly and completely to Nymphia. She’s not scared that people will see, not concerned with explaining it to anyone. She won’t have to. She’s showing them herself.
