⤱ —- @floweredfae (cont. from here.)
There should have been surprise on her face when she walked in to find Allie standing on a chair trying to reach into the beams of their cottage’s ceiling. There should have been, but there wasn’t at all.
Uma knew she would have gone looking for the sewing kit eventually. That Allie would get bored and find something with a hole in to patch up around their home. It wasn’t uncommon at all.
Instead of surprise, she’s miffed.
Standing at the side of the chair watching the half-fae stretch to reach the beam. Her hands are firm on her hips, lips pressed together in a tight line, eyebrows expertly high on her forehead.
Waiting was a game Uma was great at.
Biding her time as she stood there, her foot resisting the urge to give a nervous tap.
Of course, Kitty gives the game away. Walking into the room like any cat did with such confidence and neediness. Letting out a mewl looking for attention that startled Allie more than it had Uma.
There should have been surprise at the motion of Allie falling, but Uma was so instinctive that her arms moved from her hips to catch her instantly. Save her the pretty small drop to the hard wooden floor of their attic.
There should have been surprise at it all.
And yet, the only time she is surprised, is when she opens her mouth to let out a barrage of warnings and I told you so’s toward Allie, for she finds herself silenced by the half-fae’s lips pressed to her own.
For a moment, she’s kissing back, because who wouldn’t kiss Allie back?
Then she’s catching herself in the action.
Pulling away because kisses confused feelings and Uma definitely should not be kissing Allie in return.
The girl is still in her arms, of course, bridal style, Uma doesn’t dwell on the intimacy of the position they’re in as she clears her throat, the sound resonating against the insides of her cheeks with her lips still closed around it.
❛ You, uh... hit your head on the way down or something? ❜ She doesn’t normally stumble to find her words, so she’s very clearly flustered.