Confessing their feelings, knife against the throat, enemies to lovers, forced proximity?
OO THE DRAMA. i've been in the mood to write more f/f fic so ur getting some kali/nancy 💜
"I thought I told you to leave this alone," Kali hisses through gritted teeth. The reprimand is a warm tingle against Nancy's cheek, and she barely represses a shiver.
It's harder than it should be to focus on the cold steel resting against her collarbone instead. She can't see it in the dark, but she knows it's the hunting knife Kali carries with her everywhere. Four inches of Damascus honed to an edge she's seen bloodied one too many times. She can feel her pulse against it, a touch too fast for all the wrong reasons.
"And I thought you knew me better than that," Nancy snaps. Her palms are sweating. She hasn't felt this unsure about her grip in years, but she pushes the doubts aside and presses the muzzle of her revolver more firmly against Kali's side.
"Well enough not to fear you'll pull the trigger."
Nancy jolts. Her face flushes hot, and she's suddenly grateful for the darkness.
"I know you only want answers, Nancy, not more bloodshed."
Oh. Yeah, that. That reason.
The both stiffen as heavy booted footsteps thunder past, echoing in the tiled hallway. Unintelligible voices shout over each other. Nancy holds her breath and prays not to hear the door creak.
She's distinctly aware of Kali's bare fingertips branding the side of her neck, loosely holding her in place. How easy it would be for those fingers to slide up into her hair, or cup her cheek, tug her closer and...
Her hand shifts, thumb brushing the tense line of Nancy's jaw, and Nancy's heart stops. The knife still at her throat slips, catching the collar of her shirt.
The ruckus outside has quieted, moved further into the building, away from their cramped little supply cupboard, but neither of them relax.
"I want—" Nancy's voice catches in her dry throat. Their proximity is making her lightheaded. Her hands smell like lavender and her hair like smoke, her coat is old and unwashed, sweat and musk and years of dirt ground into the seams. There's something sharp and earthy about the combination, something she wants to chase with her tongue and wants to fall asleep wrapped up in. "To help," she finishes lamely.
"Is that all?" There's a teasing lilt there that's both annoying and endearing.
"No." It falls from her lips too easily, too matter-of-factly.
"Oh." After all Kali's confidence, her self-assuredness, the last response Nancy expected was a tiny, surprised sound. The noise burrows itself somewhere soft in Nancy's ribcage.
Her free hand moves of its own volition, reaching blindly until she finds Kali's cheek just as flushed as hers.
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