I Want Your Midnights and Your New Years (Beckabi)
(Just a little clip from a scene with Becky and her roomie <3)
Becky was still trembling with the after-effects of intense pleasure. It took her almost a minute before she was convinced she could form words against Abigail’s lips. ”I like you, Abi. Not… not just this. You. I’m falling for you. Been falling for you.” Her voice still quivered, but it was out there now. No going back now, so she just waited, her body underneath Abi’s and her mismatched eyes meeting the vampiress’s red gaze.
They were not supposed to just hop into bed. That was the whole point after the club. This was still different, because neither of them was playing a role and they ended up here organically. They were just Becky and Abigail left alone in a room together and they had no way to keep their hands off each other. They were just drawn together. It was not just sexual chemistry; Becky felt that now.
Abi wanted to continue, to illicit more of those sweet sounds from her lover, but she stopped whenever Becky managed to find the strength to speak.
Understandably, the information caused Abi to pause. It felt like just minutes ago she was lamenting about how relationships and the like were difficult for her. That she feared them because there was something in her that didn’t allow for trust or full commitment. So she always kept things casual. It was just easier that way.
Abigail settled into a reclined position next to Becky, pulling away just enough to cutely nudge her nose and nip at her lip.
”I...like you too,” she admitted. She sighed, tenderly she squeezed and stroked the inside of her thigh, her expression showing she was wrestling with some thoughts. Resting her head, she lay next to the redhead, watching her expression. ”Becky…” she started. ”...I...like you more than...I’ve ever liked anyone.” She bit her lip, red eyes flashing with a moment of vulnerability. ”But...I’m shit at relationships.” A small tear welled up, but she smiled a little sadly as she leaned and kissed her shoulder. ”I’ve mucked things up before. Stands to reason I’ll do it again…” A deep sigh and a beat. ”But...for you...I’m really willing to try. A-Are...you sure...you want to risk that for me?” It was an honest question. This was uncharted territory for her, liking someone as much as she liked Becky. But...deep down...she was willing to see where it would go. So long as Becky was willing.
Honestly, after everything, Becky was expecting the answer she got. That did not make it any less validating to hear the words. The admission was not the challenge; that came next. ”My track record isn’t sterling either, love,” she admitted softly, kissing the top of Abi’s head. ”And you’re a great friend. Fucking this up would suck.” It was a genuine risk and there was no point pretending it did not exist.
They could accept their potential relationship as too much of a high-risk proposition and move on. The reward though… ”Still. You aren’t going to scare me off, Abi. I want to see what this could be. I know it’s cliche and witchy, but everything about us feels fated.” She did not want to scare Abi off, particularly with her aversion to vulnerability and commitment, so she had to clarify. ”I’m not saying you’ll be my one or we’re meant to be each other’s happily ever after. But I thank the goddess for letting our paths cross.”
Becky’s hand, which had admittedly been cupping Abigail’s ass, moved up to the small of her back to fold over the other hand. She hugged the gorgeous woman who was stomach-to-stomach and chest-to-chest with her. ”I want to know what we could have. And right now, I want to have you.” Her dreamy grin stretched ear-to-ear, adding, ”As my girlfriend, I mean. Though I promise plenty more nights of cuddling and sex, obviously.”
Readily Abigail slipped into the hug that Becky offered. Lying upon their sides, pressed up against one another even more closely than before, Abigail uttered a soft sigh of relief...and then smiled. A laugh followed, as well as a grin to match Becky’s. Her hand reached up, fingers delicately moving across Becky’s hip, to her waist, and high up her side.
”I would really like to see that too,” she whispered. She kissed Becky on the lips again, this time a little longer, a little more tender. ”And you better keep that promise.” With a devilish grin she kissed her chin, then her neck, moving downward. ”Speaking of...most importantly…” Kiss. Kiss. Her hand moved lower again, stroking along the length of Becky’s outer thigh. ”How much time…” Kiss. ”...do we have until the party?”
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