oooh it's femslash february soooo Kiss + Isobel/Maria/Rosa!!
Thank you so much for the ask, Aileen! I’m always happy to write more femslash!
Send me a “Kiss” and I’ll write a drabble about their first kiss.
Maria is fifteen when she first kisses Rosa on a dare. It’s sloppy and awkward, but Maria has never felt more right in her own skin.
She’s seventeen when she sees Rosa kissing Isobel and she cries herself to sleep that night, heartbroken that Rosa could love a woman, but couldn’t love her.
She’s thirty when she first kisses Isobel. It’s exciting and scary, but, surprisingly, completely right.
She’s thirty-three when she sees Isobel really kiss Rosa for the first time and follows it by kissing both Isobel and Rosa herself. Maria feels like she’s finally found where she belongs.
Send me one of these prompts and any RNM ship, whether I ship it or not, and I will try to write you a drabble!
O. The stars or space.Warnings for references to addiction, drug use, sexual assault, abduction, and sexual abuse. I promise this is mostly fluffy, but just be warned.
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Rosa pulls Isobel closer against her chest, smiling at the way her fingers slide under the edge of Rosa’s t-shirt and trace over bare skin. Her touch is so very different than Noah’s had been when he was in her body. Isobel can be ruthless and aggressive and sometimes rough, but she’s always, always careful with Rosa. She’s only ever rough when Rosa wants her to be.
Rosa lifts her head to watch Maria walking onto the roof of the Crashdown, striding confidently over to the pair of them, curled up happily on the rough wool blanket Rosa has laid out. There’s a picnic basket in the corner, because, of course Isobel had brought expensive snacks for the three of them, though she always leaves out the wine when Rosa is involved.
Maria is blocking the wind with one hand as she lights her joint and inhales, sitting on the blanket before leaning back on one hand.
Rosa aches to take the joint, to breathe the smoke deep into her lungs, to feel that smooth high once again. But she won’t.
Isobel slowly untangles herself from Rosa and scoots closer to Maria. And Rosa just watches as Maria takes another drag moments before Isobel reaches out, hand hooking behind Maria’s neck, tugging her lips against her own.
Maria laughs with delight when Isobel releases her, watching as their usually uptight girlfriend slowly exhales the smoke before carefully wiping stray lipstick from her mouth. And then she’s making her way back across the blanket to Rosa and Maria is joining them.
When they’re all curled up together and comfortable, somehow all managing to touch, Maria points up into the sky with the hand still holding the joint and starts tracing out constellations for them and sharing the myths behind them.
Most of them mean nothing to Rosa. Just pointless adventures of arrogant idiots. Except for the few about asshole gods capturing beautiful women to make them theirs. Those she can relate to far too well. She can feel Isobel tense up against her during those ones and so Rosa interrupts Maria’s story. “So, these were told by old horny assholes, huh?”
Maria laughs at that, but concedes her point.
“I think they’re leaving out the part where a vengeful goddess drives her sword through that motherfucker and helps that woman go back home where would rather be. Much better than sucking ancient god dick.” Both Maria and Isobel laugh in response.
“The goddess is ready to go back home because she knows that’s probably where she’s supposed to be,” Rosa continues. “But then the human woman asks her to stay. Not to protect her because fuck that shit. But because she may seem like some kind of ice queen goddess, but the woman has seen how she cares. How she just has to act like that to survive all those pricks. She knows the goddess should be surrounded by people who care too.
“The human woman and one of her closest friends, the one the god had ripped her from, because clearly he didn’t give a shit about how she felt… They both start to fall in love with the goddess.” Rosa isn’t sure where to end it, but, finally, she says, “And the three of them travel the earth, slaying controlling jackasses.”
Rosa can feel the smile on Isobel’s lips when they press against her jaw. “I like that story far better.”
“Me too,” Maria replies, squeezing her hand.
They spend the next hour or so digging into the food Isobel provided and taking turns making up new constellations and stories to go along with them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Maria DeLuca/Isabel Evans/Rosa Ortecho
Characters: Maria DeLuca, Isobel Evans, Rosa Ortecho
Additional Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Painting
Series: Part 12 of Femslash February 2020❤️️
Summary:
They’d learned pretty early that Rosa was an insomniac at her core. They knew she couldn’t help it. Still, Isobel couldn’t help but feel a little upset whenever most nights, Rosa opted to stay holed up in that room.
