☪ five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.
1.) Genevieve was stoked when Clara asked her to go to the movies. She didn’t even think to clarify if it was a date or not, but Gen wasn’t too worried about it. It was more than likely just a friend thing, but who knew? She decided to just play it cool and pay attention for any (hopeful) hints that this might be a date. – but if it’s not, I’m totally cool with just being friends. Sure, Clara is cute and all, but I can stay friends too!! – Gen looked at Clara, a goofy smile on her lips as she pushed her 3D glasses up, then looked back to the screen. Thor wasn’t her favorite Marvel superhero, but damn, this might be her favorite Marvel movie to date!
She could feel Clara’s arm on the armrest, her hand hanging off the front of it, empty – I could just reach out and hold her hand, then depending on how she reacts, this could totally be a date… Gen’s hand twitched as if she was going to turn it upright and lace her fingers with Clara’s, but just as she even thought about doing so, Clara’s hand was being pulled away to reach into her back of popcorn. Maybe next time…
2. ) No way. This couldn’t be real. There wasn’t a single way this was possible. Genevieve stared out at the whole new world that she was staring at. There wasn’t any humans in front of her – not that she could see anyway. She swallowed tightly, emotions filling her nearly to the point of being completely overwhelmed.
Her eyes tore away from the strange planet and it’s inhabitants to look back to Clara, before she glanced down to their hands, completely ready to lace their fingers together with a tight squeeze so they could go on this adventure together, but before she knew it, the Doctor’s voice rang through her ears with a start. She shook her feelings away and smiled up at them, “what are we even going to do here?!”
3.) A laugh erupted from Genevieve as she walked alongside Clara, an ice cream cone in each of their hands. She licked along the cone to keep from dripping as she’d really been talking with the other much more than she’d been paying attention the melting ice cream. Her eyes were nothing short of heart eyes as she looked at her dorky friend.
“You didn’t – oh my God,” she said through her continued laughter as she put her free hand on Clara’s upper arm. Just slide your hand down a foot and you’ll be at her hand. It’s all you have to do. On the TARDIS… it looked like she wanted to hold my hand then. Why not now? ”I can’t believe you. Only you would sass something from another world like that,” she said her words quietly so no one else might hear, her nose scrunched. Gen slid her hand down, though she only brushed her fingers against Clara’s before ignoring it. If asked about it, she’d just play it off as an accident. It easily could have been one, right?
4. ) “Hey!” A laugh rippled through the half-painted room when she felt a paint roller move down her back. Genevieve asked Clara to come over and help her paint her living room, but what she didn’t expect was for it to turn into a paint fight. She couldn’t help but grin as she swung around and dragged her own roller down Clara’s arm.
The room was filled with laughing and half-screaming from then on. Paint was being splattered across the plastic they’d laid down. At least they made it this far before getting into their usual shenanigans (frankly, it was much farther than Gen even anticipated getting today, so that was a plus). She let out a long, deep breath, once all the giggling and paint wars had stopped, and laid down on the floor next to Clara. “I can’t believe you painted me,” she teased and turned her head to look at the other woman, a bright smile on her lips. Genevieve could feel their hands touching between them and it only served to make her long even more to grab hold of her friend’s hand and hold it close to her body. She loved this woman so deeply and it was killing her. She enjoyed being so close to her that she could smell the perfume wafting off of her, even through the thick smell of paint. That alone almost made her bring their hands together, but instead she refrained, sat up, and said, “c’mon, let’s finish the last wall and a half! Maybe we’ll have time to make brownies after!”
5.) Genevieve knew Clara had been having a stressful time with work, so once the weekend had hit, she invited her over for a sleepover. It’d make them feel like they were teenagers again (but with alcohol and all the snacks they could ever want) and it’d be wonderful. She hadn’t had the guts to tell or even show Clara just how much of a crush she had on her. It was silly and felt childish to keep such a thing a secret, but she truly valued Clara’s friendship more than the possibility of ruining it. The pair had been watching movies and drinking the ridiculously fruity drinks, that she’d made, all the way up until they were lying down facing each other, the movie long over and done with. She let out a low breath and looked at Clara, her eyes slowly blinking with sleep. Genevieve’s mind may still have been foggy from the alcohol, but it certainly gave her the confidence to slide her hand into Clara’s with a soft smile. “I really like you, y’know? You’re so pretty and so smart and so sweet,” she mumbled and brought Clara’s hand to her lips where she pressed a gentle kiss to her fingers. “I could spend everyday with you for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy.” // @bcbrave – meme
