This is my contribution to Sasharcy Week hosted by @/jojobearoo!! ^w^
This is set on a road trip around the US, with the girls currently in Oregon. Disclaimer, I have not been to Oregon so I have limited knowledge of what I wrote, but nonetheless, I hope all of you enjoy reading this. :DD
“Ow,” Sasha grumbled as her forehead smacked against the top interior of her and Marcy’s car. Her left hand blindly reached for the top, pushing her body down and forward so that she didn’t risk getting hit again.
Once she’d stepped out of the vehicle, Marcy giggled in front of her, taking hold of her right hand. “Careful, Sashy.”
“I’m the one with the blindfold here, MarMar,” the blonde said and motioned to the fabric wrapped around her eyes. “Shouldn’t you be guiding me?”
“Sorry,” her girlfriend giggled again. The blonde could feel Marcy cup her face and gently tug her closer, pressing a brief kiss onto her forehead. “There, I hope that makes it better.”
Sasha pouted, “A kiss on the lips would work best.”
If her eyes weren’t covered, she’d have given her partner puppy dog eyes to sell the request, but Marcy only laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Stay still, I gotta get something from the car.”
Sasha did as she was told, asking Marcy some questions as her available senses tried to fill in the blanks for her. The cool breeze, the soft chirps of crickets, the gravel beneath her boots, they could honestly be anywhere in Oregon.
“So, where exactly are we?”
“Can’t say,” Marcy replied and Sasha could pick out the sounds of items being moved around at the back of their car. “It’ll spoil the surprise.”
“Could you at least give me a hint? You could be very vague about it.”
“Nope,” her girlfriend said, popping the ‘p’ and closing and locking their car with an audible click. “You just gotta wait until we get there.”
“Mhm. Just a short distance.”
“I don’t know,” Sasha voiced her concern. As much as she loved Marcy, the noirette tended to walk into walls and with the blonde blinded, anyone would be just as nervous to wonder if Marcy would be a good guide.
“Trust me,” Marcy said, holding Sasha’s hand and squeezing it in comfort. Even if Sasha couldn’t see, she could practically hear he smile in her voice.
“Alright! I have everything with me so come on!”
Before Sasha could react, Marcy quickly pulled her and rushed forward.
“Pole,” Sasha mumbled, wincing at the pain that blossomed in her nose. Knew it.
“That’s a sign actually but sorry!” she laughed out.
Her girlfriend carefully moved her away from the post, looping her free arm around Sasha’s shoulder instead as a means to guide her.
“And here I thought I wouldn’t get hit again,” Sasha joked. “But yeah, I’m okay. So could you please be careful?”
“I’ll do my best,” her partner said, pressing a kiss to her nose. “One more time, let’s go.”
Being guided this time was a lot easier, with only a few literal bumps along the way. They took about five minutes before Marcy had her stand still, telling her to wait as she sets something up.
Sasha took the time to allow her senses an opportunity to try and tell her a bit of where Marcy had taken her to. The once cool breeze was slightly warmer, the chirps of crickets were replaced by the rustling sound of grass and whatever Marcy was doing, the gravel beneath her were replaced by soil and grass, and in the air, there was a faint hint of something fresh and floral.
“We’re in a flower field aren’t we?” she asked.
She could hear Marcy pause for a moment before resuming her work. “How’d you know?”
“The scent,” she replied. “It’s really nice.”
Her partner chuckled, walking up behind her and placing both hands on either side of Sasha’s head. “Looking at these flowers, I can see why.” She lowered the blonde’s head so that she could carefully remove the blindfold. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
“Marcy,” she gasped, taking in the beautiful sight that greeted her eyes. Rows upon rows of lavender stretched out before her, purples mixing with rays of yellows and oranges as the early morning sun rose. A mountain stood in the background, eye-catchingly tall despite the distance. “Are we in..?”
“Yup!” Marcy stepped in front of her and held her arms out. “We’re in Lavender Valley!”
She turned to her and grinned, “You said once that lavenders were your favorite, and since it was my turn to surprise you, I thought I’d take you here.”
“This is incredible,” Sasha whispered. “Thank you.”
The blonde doesn’t let her finish, immediately scooping her up by the hips. Marcy squeaked in surprised, legs wrapped around Sasha’s waist and arms wrapped around her shoulders. The taller of the two shifted her hands and placed them under Marcy’s thighs to keep her steady, attacking her face with kisses that left the noirette giggling like a schoolgirl.
“SASHA!!! Hahahahahaha! Stop!”
“Nope,” she uttered, pressing a kiss to her nose. “You.” A kiss to one cheek. “Are.” A kiss to the other. “Amazing.” A kiss over her left eyelid. “You.” A kiss over her right one. “Deserve.” A kiss to one side of her jaw. “Every.” A kiss to the other side. “Kiss.” And a final smooch on the lips.
When Sasha pulled back, she beamed at the flustered look on Marcy’s face, the girl looking away and muttering something under her breath.
“I-It’s not the only surprise I have in store for you.”
“Oh? What else have you got.”
The shorter girl looked over Sasha’s shoulder and looked away. The blonde glanced behind her, eyes widening. There on the ground was a light green checkered picnic blanket and on it, a few tupperware containers and a basket full of lavenders.
“I thought we could have some breakfast here. And maybe…,” Marcy said, drawing out the last syllable, “you could let me braid your hair with some of the flowers while we relax for a bit. Enjoy this place before we hit the road.”
Sasha placed her girlfriend back on her feet and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Only if you’ll let me braid yours.”
Sasha sighed and melted under Marcy’s hands weaving and twisting stalks of lavender into her hair, a full belly and the sweet floral scent in the air making her smile like an idiot.
“Done,” the noirette said, humming in appreciation.
Sasha turned to her, dopey smile on her face and whispered, “I love you.”
Marcy smiled at her softly, tucking a few stray strands of golden hair behind Sasha’s ear. The noirette’s free hand looped around the blonde’s neck and pulled her close for a long perfect kiss that left her heart aflutter.
They pulled back, foreheads pressed against each other. Sasha stared into gorgeous honey brown eyes and if she could fall in love with Marcy again, or if she could fall even more in love, it had happened right then and there.
Thanks for making it to the end. I hope you enjoyed! Have a swell morning, afternoon or evening!!!! :3
