lysimari 1 pwease
kiss meme open!
1. Small kisses littered across the other’s face.
“Marianne? Are you awake?”
Marianne couldn’t quite open her eyes. She knew she was awake. The sun was filtering through her eyelids. But the bed was so warm, so perfectly fit to her body, that she could hardly think about lifting herself. She made do with a faint sigh.
“I know you’re awake!”
Marianne managed to flicker her eyelids, but Goddess she was so tired. She only barely heard what Lysithea was saying. The bed shifted, lowering on the other side of her as something crawled towards her, her body leaning towards the new weight on her bed. She felt a hand on her shoulder, then the tickle of hair brushing her cheek.
Something soft twirled into her hair — Lysithea’s fingers. Softly, Lysithea stroked through her hair, laying it out smooth over the pillows.
“Marianne,” she whispered, her voice a breath against her cheek.
Marianne’s eyes fluttered. She felt Lysithea’s breath against her skin, as though she were only inches away.
The first kiss was so soft and quick that Marianne thought it might be a dream. The next one touched her cheek, and then one to her nose. Marianne wrinkled her nose, and she felt Lysithea’s breathy chuckle against her skin. Another kiss to her forehead, and Marianne’s eyes cracked open.
“Lysithea?” she murmured, crawling her fingers over the bed.
“Good morning sleepy head,” Lysithea said.
“Am I...missing drills...?”
Lysithea let out a little huff.
“You’re really quite asleep, aren’t you! We haven’t had drills in years.”
Ah...that’s right...that’s right...she wasn’t laying in her bed at the Academy. This one was far more plush, more comfortable. Bigger, too, to fit a second person beside her.
“I got up early to make breakfast. And I didn’t burn it this time! So you should get up and eat it before it gets cold!”
Lysithea kissed her on the cheek again, ticklish and soft, and Marianne let out a breathy giggle at the feeling.
“Don’t laugh at me! I really did a decent job this time. I’ve been practicing!”
Marianne’s eyes finally opened all the way. Over her head, Lysithea was framed in the light, the sun outlining the strands of her dark hair. Marianne reached up sleepily to run her fingers through the tips, marveling as always at the softness of it, marveling as always at the difference — at how much more right the color looked against Lysithea’s skin.
“Are you finally awake?” Lysithea demanded, and Marianne laughed softly.
“I’m awake,” she said, sitting up and leaning to give Lysithea a small kiss on her cheek. “And I’m looking forward to breakfast.”
