this is a little longer than a 6 sentence sunday.. here's a snippet of the rosenalisport au. this part is mostly nali x jan interacting
Excusing herself to escape the boring conversations for a moment alone, the bathroom looks just as fancy as the rest of the venue is with each stall closed off for privacy and Denali takes the opportunity to shoot off replies to unanswered messages on her phone and take a quick scroll through Instagram while on the toilet.
She doesn't expect to see the brunette standing in front of the row of sinks checking her makeup and reapplying lipstick. They exchange polite smiles and hello’s as Denali stands beside her to wash her hands and the brunette extends the folded paper towels over. If their hands seem to linger a little too long neither of them mention it.
“I love that shade of lipstick, it looks great on you.” It’s the first thing that slips past her lips and Denali wishes she could kick herself for starting off the conversation so basic like she’d been searching for an icebreaker; which, to be fair, she was but she didn’t want to make it that obvious. This would probably be her only chance she’d get to talk to her.
Fortunately, she doesn’t look bothered at all and instead smiles with that same playful glimmer behind her eyes again from earlier. “Thanks. I think it’d look better on you, though.” The words throw her in for a loop at the directness, especially when her very gorgeous girlfriend was just beyond the door. Bambi eyes look over to meet hers questioningly, though, she twirls the closed lipstick in between her fingers with a smug smirk painted on her pretty pink lips as she begins closing the already small gap. “May I?”
A nod on Denali’s end, she’s trapped between the counter and the brunette. With one hand she lightly holds her jaw while the other dabs off the lipstick that'd already been there in order to replace it with her shade instead. “All done.” The brunette murmurs after carefully reapplying it and they’re unnecessarily standing close, not that Denali minded and neither did she apparently, but she hopes and prays to the God she doesn’t believe in that they won't be interrupted. “What do you think?” She inquires with a tilt of her head directing Denali’s face to look in the mirror.
She was right. It does look good on her, it suited them both equally, but Denali can’t help but think it’d look even better in a scatter of kisses along the curve of her neck even more.
