send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed
The first had been innocent enough, shared not on the lips but barely on the cheek. Innocent really as it was merely in thanks. Sibella had no words she could use to describe that day they’d had together, simply enjoying each other’s company without much need for pretense or obstacle between them, for Monty had been away on business and Phoebe had insisted upon company. The mere kiss itself had sent Phoebe blushing for hours after it happened in front of the roses, a few of which Sibella had taken for herself along one belladonna that she kept tucked securely in her hair, as usual when they had spent time together.The second hadn’t been as innocent. It started in an argument over Monty’s schedule, a small mix up that had resulted in Phoebe having to walk in on the unfortunate sight of the blonde on top of her husband. Blushing madly, the two of them straightened themselves out and Monty had excused himself, or rather, he’d been told to leave so the two of them could discuss such a matter without his interference.
Sibella, half dressed and flustered, claimed that she had Monty for the afternoon and that Phoebe would have him after. Phoebe claimed the opposite though in reality neither were correct as it was Monty’s day off from the two of them so he could rest in at least the sexual manner. Both, had seemingly forgotten that they’d scheduled that in for his benefit. After a while of the seemingly endless back and forth, Sibella grew sick of the argument and pressed their lips together. Mostly to shut Phoebe up, but a deeper part of her wondered if there were a reason other than her station that had brought Monty to her side ever so…well not faithfully but something resembling that effect. But it certainly quieted Phoebe for quite a while after, she didn’t dare to look Sibella in the eye for weeks after, not that it was terribly easy to do so before that incident.The third time they’d kissed, it was not exactly an accident, nor a trick of fate. They had been talking in the garden, far out of anyone’s sight during a party in the spring following the death of Sibella’s husband. They’d been alone after the blonde had excused herself to dry her tears. Dull as he was, he was still her husband, she couldn’t deny what little affection she did have for him.
She dabbed at her tears, trying to retain what little composure she had when she realized that Phoebe had come looking for her. After a while of simply sitting together and allowing the blonde to cry finally after having been so stoic through this whole thing, she leaned in and kissed Phoebe lightly on the lips. They barely brushed together, teasing almost in the way they moved. But it was enough to provide the reassurance Sibella needed to continue on with the day. But this quickly gave way to the fourth kiss, not too long after Lionel’s death, Sibella had retreated to live at Highhurst on a more permanent basis. With her dearest friend and her lover close by, she could mourn and heal properly. She’d just finished unpacking her things in her room when she’d heard a knock. Phoebe of course, as though it’d be anybody else at such an hour in the afternoon. Phoebe had been kind enough to allow her into her home, and had been even kinder in helping her hang the last of her dresses in the closet. All the while they talked of how fun it’d be for the three of them to finally be under one roof.But eventually the conversation gave way to silence as they sat there on Sibella’s bed, almost awkwardly and still somehow comfortable, as if this was just their way, nothing would ever change that.Except something did. Sibella leaned in to kiss her again, not even so sure why anymore. Phoebe was beautiful, kind, remarkably sweet and still so incredibly supportive. She’d never felt close like this to another woman. Perhaps it was her vulnerable state that made her do it. But this kiss wasn’t innocent, it was slower, full of an emotion she didn’t dare call love, at least not in the way that she had with Monty…that she knew of. She held Phoebe’s chin when she did it this time, just to make sure that the brunette understood exactly what she meant by it, even if she didn’t. But when they pulled apart, there was no awkward silence. Just comfort as the two of them stared back at each other, eyes widened from what they’d both just experienced. “Phoebe—I shouldn’t have d-” But before she could speak, Phoebe surprised them both with a fifth, then a sixth. The seventh and eighth followed clumsy as ever as they stumbled to figure out each other’s corsets, the ninth was certainly one that neither would forget as they toppled down onto the sheets, and the tenth was in a place neither knew that it would be lovely to be kissed. And they both supposed as they lie there in the now tangled blankets, that perhaps, kissing a few more times again wouldn’t be such a bad idea either.
