₊˚⊹♡ Feed the Flowers ❀˖°
₊˚⊹♡ Maki Zenin ❀˖°
character(s): maki zenin x fem!mc heavily self insert coded because cringe is dead
summary: the night before the wedding brings forth new confessions and regrets, a final laying of cards on the table… and most importantly of all, a promise.
contains/tw: fluff, angst & smut all rolled into one, oral (mc!receiving), maki is aged to be in her 20s, suggestive dialogue, mentions of sexual assault and past traumas, smut but as a form of healing, shady asf wealthy zenins (bc when are they not shady), established enemies to lovers but in the lovers stage, implications of arranged marriage, obviously heavily selfship coded, mentions of the shibuya incident, mc very experienced with reversed cursed technique… please let me know if there’s anything i may have missed!!
WC: 5.7k
a/n: AAAAHHHHHHH eliza is back with her first piece of writing in 5 million years!! 😭 and of course it’s highly personal and selfship coded so i’m lowkey crapping myself 😭 ANYWAYS- hopefully i still know how to do this! 🥹
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I don’t think things fully hit until the night before. Months spent with the same person underneath the same roof in a fully funded and furnished townhouse by Maki’s estranged family, yet still somehow never estranged enough. No, I don’t think it had hit that soon I would share the last name of the people who had killed so much and hurt so many. That was until I stepped out onto the back deck in the late hours of the night and saw the flowers that lined the stone railing- flowers that almost looked like a sea of blood. Bright red carnations standing out amongst a dark backdrop overlooking the botanical gardens. It should’ve been so much brighter in the summer. I don’t think anything owned by the Zenins could’ve been considered bright though.
“Geez, those for me or you?” Maki cleared her throat from behind me causing me to glance over my shoulder as she emerged from the sliding glass door.
“Both of us, I think.” I murmured, letting my fingers run along the soft ruffled petals, for a moment almost expecting to pull my hand away and see traces of blood coating my skin, like I really had been playing with a wound after all. “I still can’t help but feel like it seems rather… pointed.”
“How come? Not that I would ever question my family being pointed but-“ She managed a weak and airy laugh, briefly gluing her eyes towards the floor as she shuffled over towards me. And I wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the light or what… but Maki almost seemed to appear- somewhat shy, smaller, drawn into herself. Everything that it just wasn’t like her to be.
“‘My heart aches for you.’” I quoted with a hint of dramatization as I tilted the flower her way and carefully brushed it along her chest as if creating some pathway to her heart. “Admiration, fascination, love… though maybe that last part’s pretty obvious.”
She hummed a bit to herself, trailing a finger along the stem of the flower until she reached my fingers, “You know, I- I don’t remember a ton from whenever I was recovering after Shibuya but… this just made something come back to me.” Her fingers slipped around my wrist causing me to tense up for the briefest moment before I could feel her delicately tugging me closer, “Someone came into my room at some point, you know, before I was completely awake… and they just put their hand right here-“ She described just as she guided my hand to press against her chest. “And I swear it just felt like so much of the lingering pain just melted away.”
I could feel the slightest tremble creeping into my hand, and on instinct I nearly felt myself trying to pull it away until she let her own clasp over top of it as if to lock it into place. “Maki, I-”
“You left me one of these, didn’t you?” She held up the carnation I had previously been messing with as she lifted an eyebrow in response. I only responded by moving closer towards her, wanting to burrow my face into her shirt and hide until I didn’t have to think about it anymore. The thing about Maki though was that she didn’t always let me hide. She wanted to have the intense and painful discussions that I was too afraid of. Even if it was just with her. Hell, especially if it was just with her. “You saved me… I treated you like shit whenever you were just a kid and- you still saved me and then kept it hidden for almost a decade, why?”
My eyes burned with tears as my vision seemed to blur, the smallest tremble creeping back into my lower lip, and I almost half expected her to start berating me senseless just like she had every time I let my dreaded sensitivity get a hold of me in high school. To be fair though- I had cried a lot. I was their fragile little healer that they had to protect at all costs, and now I wasn’t even sure if I could do that anymore. I wasn’t sure what I could do anymore. For all intents and purposes I had just simply… stopped. Dropped all forms of sorcery and retreated into myself like a shell.
“Because I just didn’t want to lose anybody else.” I murmured the moment I felt like I could speak without breaking down again. It was then I had noticed the fact that her hand had moved from mine and was instead sitting comfortably around my waist, right at the dip of my lower back where we were only a couple centimeters apart. Carefully I let my finger trace along the border of the scarred skin across her chest, jagged and almost shaped like lightning strikes. I couldn’t heal everything, the scars would likely be permanent with a fair bit of nerve damage too. But it was far less than what it could’ve been. “And I wanted to do something good for once, something besides just… running, you know? I should’ve been there, I could’ve helped… maybe more people would have made it-”
“Shhh… no, baby, so many people’s injuries were so severe you would’ve burnt yourself out on the first go.” Her hands came upwards to rest on my cheeks, thumbs brushing underneath my eyes to catch the tears before they could even start their descent.
God, I’m such a crybaby. A continuous mess with a continuous headache that never seemed to get better. She still wasn’t berating me though. She still wasn’t making fun of me. Still wasn’t calling me every variation of ‘pathetic’ she could possibly think of like she had done before. I almost wished she would. Because that way it wouldn’t be so scary if things changed.
“You’re still not used to me calling you that, are you?” She murmured, hands slipping from my cheeks and gently dragging down the sides of my body. God I never could’ve imagined that she’d feel so warm. For the longest time I almost wondered if she truthfully didn’t have a heart in there, thought that maybe it was encased in several layers of thick ice, frozen over more and more over the years. The moment I laid my head against her chest for the first time I half expected myself to freeze too. She wasn’t cold though, she was soft, she was warm, her touch was the most gentle thing I could’ve ever expected from anything.
“I’m still not really used to you being super soft at all actually.” I murmured, trying to cover up the probably decently harsh comment with a tiny smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. And one that Maki wasn’t buying either.
“Listen, if- if you don’t want this anymore or you changed your mind then-” She paused for a brief moment with her hands gently sliding around my waist to spread out on my back. It still felt like part of her was holding me at an arms length though, a subtle way of backing away, slowly raising a few of her shields without being too cold. She was scared too.
“Maki, no.” I shook my head with a softening expression, carefully pressing my hand back to the side of her chest while the other drifted upwards to rest against her cheek. “I- I haven’t changed my mind, I still want this. I really… really want this I just-“ My throat bobbed as I gulped a heavy lump down my throat, not wanting to say the words out loud. I didn’t even know if I should, what good it would do if any good at all.
“Just what?” She exclaimed with exasperation, eyes still soft but seemed like they were filled with so much more at the same time. She looked like she had been stung, and if I didn’t know any better I almost could’ve sworn I saw them growing glassy. I couldn’t recall if she had ever cried, for the longest time I was almost starting to think she wasn’t capable of it. Even whenever she had thought she lost Mai and seemed to fade into a shell of herself, I still hadn’t seen her shed a single tear. I, on the other hand, was filled with an exorbitant amount.
“Because what if you change your mind, Maki?! What if you marry me and then eventually you get bored or I do something to piss you off and you decide you hate me again?! What if I make you lose your patience?! What if you figure out every single one of my little quirks and you decide that you don’t want me anymore?! I’m so easy to fall out of love with the second you get too fucking close b-but I can’t go through that again, Maki, I just-”
“Then damn it, let me be the one who stays!” The force behind the words were enough to make me flinch even though I wasn’t scared of her. It was never her that I was afraid of. I was afraid of myself, afraid of sabotaging everything I had grown to be so comfortable with. It would be me to fuck things up after all. It was always me. I was always the problem with deep set insecurities that refused to actually let herself be loved. “Let me be the one who stays, baby.” Her voice cracked just as my breath hitched in my throat the moment her hands took mine back into her grip, tight enough to where I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to.
“For fuck‘s sake how do you not see what you do to me?” Her voice was barely over a whisper, her breath a shaking mess while she fought like hell with her own strength just to be gentle. God, just let me be gentle for once.
A sob broke through my words as I finally started letting myself draw closer towards her once more. Finally trying to keep myself from running, “Maki I-”
“You gave me my heart back, you realize that, right?” She interrupted without a moment of hesitation, and my eyebrows furrowed together in almost disbelief as her hands carefully unfolded my own to press my palm right to the center of her chest. “I-I thought my family just ripped it straight out of me but- you gave it back!”
Her sobs sounded so foreign to me, so out of place even as the years of trauma seemed to be hitting her all at once. Trauma that she had never once actually seemed to let herself cry about. To let herself feel anything.
“Look, i-if you don’t want this or you don’t want me then that’s fine but don’t… don’t walk away from this just because you’re scared.” She shook her head, slowly letting her hand uncurl from around my wrist as if a subtle indication of letting go. An attempt to silence her tears before she could even let herself be heard. “A-And I know I fucked up with you, god, I did s-so much wrong and-” The words quickly halted on her lips and died in my mouth the moment I pressed mine to hers. The taste of her salty tears still lingered as I lifted myself onto my tiptoes in a futile attempt to meet her height.
I could feel her breath from a heavy sigh that she finally released from her lungs as her arms caught me around the waist just in time to feel the softest moan sounding from inside her mouth. She still tasted like the whiskey she always swore she wasn’t getting addicted to every time she would stare downcast into a glass of the amber liquid. I had never cared for the liquor before, but on her lips it was the sweetest thing I could’ve ever consumed.
“I want this.” The words barely came out as more than a gasp of air against her mouth, my own hands trailing up towards her shoulders until I grasped ahold of her cheeks. Her cool fingertips ever-so-slightly found their way underneath the fabric of my sleep shirt practically causing me to shiver. “I-I want you.”
“You promise? Y-You have to promise me.” The words almost sounded like a plea before blending into my lips again, her voice dying in my mouth just in time for her to close the distance between the two of our bodies entirely.
“I promise… I promise.” The words almost sounded like a mantra, a desperate cacophony of whimpers and moans while our lips only continued to lock together as if they were permanently bound. And it felt like that in a way. The only pair of lips that I would ever know to this extent & would ever love in this way.
A gasp hitched in my throat the moment I felt my feet leaving the ground, her powerful hands curling underneath my thighs to hoist my legs around her waist. The strength yet gentleness behind her touch was nearly enough to make me whimper, my hands shaking as I clutched onto her shoulders and felt the tiniest ache blooming in between my legs. “Do you trust me, baby girl?” She spoke in between the sounds of our heavy breaths and lips moving together in sync.
“With my life.” I voiced without even a moment of hesitation causing the smallest little smile to tug on the corners of her lips.
“Good.” She spoke through a smirk as I grabbed a fistful of the red flowers with a small squeal before she could swiftly whisk me away inside. “You’re gonna turn our bed into a mess of petals.” She teased ever so slightly just before I could feel my back hit the mattress below.
“Say that again.” I prompted, the shadow of her body crawling over mine just in time to lodge another sharp gasp in my throat as her fingers intertwined with mine to pin my hand to the sheets.
“Our bed? Is that what you want me to say again? Our bed?” She repeated, each syllable sounding more satisfying than the last causing me to hum in delight just before her lips could find mine once more. Her hips felt like they slid in between my thighs so easily, a perfect fit that caused me to shiver at the slightest twinge of friction.
I squeezed her hand for dear life the moment I felt her tongue running along my bottom lip as if begging for entrance, the vibration of a moan from her own mouth seeming to roll through my entire body. The rate of my heart only quickened to a swift gallop in my chest, losing track of my breaths as it became an impossible task just to keep up. The sharpest gasp fell from my lips though the moment I felt her soft lips brushing along my jawline to make a beeline for my neck. “You haven’t let me go down on you yet… why is that?”
I tried not to crumble the moment I felt her lips grazing against my pulse point, hips bucking upwards for the thousandth time as I caught my hands darting for her arms, “I just need you up here… I-I’d feel better if you were up here- M-Maki-“ An anxious tremble seemed to come over me as my arms tightened around her body the moment I felt her lips dip the slightest bit lower towards my collarbone, frustrating tears burning my vision as I burrowed my face into the crook of her neck.
“Shhh… breathe for me, sweetheart. I’m stopping, okay?” Her voice was soothing as she brought her lips back towards the shell of my ear instead, anxious trembles soon being replaced by delicate shivers. “You know I would never touch you without your explicit consent, right?”
A rough lump seemed to form in my throat as I let my hands curl around her biceps. Of course I knew that. Of course I knew she’d never do anything like that. She was barely able to live with herself even after the many times she had made me flinch through no fault of her own. Just unmanageable amount of trauma and anxiety. My brain just kept telling me other tall tales.
“Baby… you know that, right?”
“I-I do. I just-”
“Just what, for god’s sake I need you to talk to me!”
“I am talking to you, Maki, o-or at least I’m trying…”
Maki’s expression softened with a shake of her head, “I know,” She murmured, sounding like it was more so for herself than anyone else has she pressed her forehead to mine, “I’m trying too, baby.” Her fingers interlaced through mine, calloused and rough while feeling like they were completely overtaking my own as she pulled my hand back towards her heart. The smallest gasp always hitching in my throat the moment I felt the scarred skin underneath.
My fingertips continued tracing out the same lightning shaped scars that I had earlier while she hummed in response and let her other hand snake around my shoulders to pull me in closer. The warmth of her body feeling like a soft blanket being draped over my shoulders, “I know… I know that you’ve been through more than I know about, and some probably that I won’t ever know about. And it isn’t fair of me to just demand that information from you whenever-”
“I-I was sexually assaulted… by a curse- i-in the middle of Shibuya.” I spit the words out like I was ripping off a bandaid. A thick bandaid that tore off layers of skin and cut into the muscle below. Words I had only spoke to a handful of people, Nobara, Shoko, Utahime, Yuki in the sense that she had been the one to pull me from the wreckage of my own destruction. And even then I had barely even had to speak the words before everyone seemed to catch right on to the mess that had been made of me. I watched Maki’s eyes grow wide as if in horror, the tiniest tremble creeping back over my body as my eyes started to burn with the same heavy emotions from earlier. “I’ve… I don’t think I’ve ever said those words before. S-Sorry, I- I probably just supremely ruined this I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I let out an ugly sniffle as I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes and shoved myself up to a sitting position.
“No- No, baby, y-you didn’t ruin anything.” She refused to let go of me as she only let herself follow me up, arm still latched around my shoulders though I could feel a subtle loosen. Like she was prepared to let go if I felt the need to push her away. “I- I’m glad you told me.”
I watched her hands curl into fists as she shook her head with a sharp breath, “I just… I hate myself for not making you feel safe enough to tell me earlier.”
A heavy lump of pure steel felt like it was growing in my throat as I slid my arms around my body. “I haven’t told a ton of people… even my brother’s don’t know. A-And you can’t tell them so please-”
“I would never tell anybody about what we talk about, baby.” She whispered in a way that I was almost ashamed to say made me shiver as I felt her fingertips just underneath my cheek. “They would burn the world down if they knew.”
“I almost did myself.” My eyes seemed to flood and grow glassy in response as my bottom lip began to tremble. “That’s- That’s why I freaked out so much & destroyed all of those city blocks and why I refused to use my cursed technique after that. I-It wasn’t- It wasn’t to make you hate me-”
“Shhh… baby I never once hated you.” Her hands came up to cup my face as her lips brushed against my forehead. Years ago I never could’ve pictured myself in such an intimate position with Maki, spilling information that even my own brothers didn’t know. But in that moment it was hard not to tell her everything. Every little secret, everything she had ever lied about, every little flaw and fuck up, everything… “God, I was such an idiot, love. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.
“I think you already have.”
Maki’s eyes were glassy as the words left my lips, eyebrows furrowing in that same look that she had had since she was a teenager but held so much more depth to it now though. “You have got to raise your standards some.”
I let out a tearful laugh that almost sounded more like a sob as I lifted a hand to brush my own tears away, only to have Maki beat me to it. She went seriously shortly afterwards though, eyes still as gentle as ever as her hands held my face with a level of softness I’m not sure I would ever get used to. “Nobody’s ever going to hurt you like that again… and if they do- god, if they do-”
“Maki, I don’t want you to hurt anybody-”
“Oh sweetheart-” The words came out in a heavy breath as she shook her head in response, “I’d burn the whole world for you.”
Her figure seemed to blur right in front of me, a sheen of tears that she’d never be able to fully brush away. All I could was let my arms slide around her shoulders and press my lips to hers, a kiss that she caught so effortlessly with a rushing breath that ignited against my face. Her own muscular arms encircling around my waist as the robe she wore previously seemed to glide right off of her shoulders, sliding down her arms until she was shaking it off with a fervor that had me giggling in response. “Now- if that wasn’t too unsexy enough for you-”
“Never.” I answered, barely getting the word out before her lips smashed to mine once more, my breath seeming to lodge itself in Maki’s throat until it didn’t feel like I was breathing in anything but the inside of her mouth. Sharp sighs and tongues mixing together, dancing an intimate dance that had my lashes fluttering as she gently pressed me to the bed below. But not in a way that felt forced… it was an offer. An offer to show me that I wouldn’t have a single other sexual encounter that felt forced again.
“I-Is this okay?” She stammered in between the breathless kisses, a look in her eyes that stated she was caught between wanting to devour me as soon as possible and being a gentleman. “I-If it’s not just say the word and-”
“Maki, I know.” I urged, pressing my hands to her chest as if to make an attempt at halting her general anxiety. “I trust you.”
Her eyes softened as if I just said something profound, words I hoped she wouldn’t grow tired of hearing, words that I could barely even recognize myself. How long had it been? How long had it been since I had said those words and really meant them? Too long. A lifetime it had felt like. Even though I didn’t think that there was ever a time that I didn’t trust her.
Her lips were on mine again in an instant, but this time they dared to drift farther, lower, slipping towards my jaw and down my neck in a trail that left my skin feeling like she was burning it wherever she touched. Her hands flew towards the waistband of my own nightdress, a frilly white gown that hung off of my shoulders leaving little to the imagination already. Maki’s eyes then meeting mine with a silent ask of permission, and with a nervous little gulp I nodded.
A shiver passed over me as she pulled the fabric from my body, my eyes briefly widening in almost shock before I felt the warmth of her hands stretching over my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” She whispered before I felt her lips meet my collarbone. A breathy moan spilling from my lips suddenly as I let my back arch from the bed. “God, I love that I’m the only one that can make you moan like that.”
It almost felt like I was writhing underneath her… squirming, my fingers knotting through her hair the lower her lips traveled. A frustrating ache bloomed in between my thighs in response, a sensation of wetness creeping into my core as she made her way down my stomach, a rise and fall with every shallow breath. “Maki-“ I begged.
“Shhh… darling, I’ve got you.” She spoke, eyes narrowing in at the darkening spot soaking my underwear, and I had to fight not to let my hand fly upwards to cover my eyes in embarrassment. Meanwhile Maki’s only grew gentle as they flickered upwards to meet my own with a look of hunger in them. “All of this just for me, baby?”
I couldn’t help it. The words drew a whimper from my lips as her hands delicately kneaded into the plush of my thighs, partially just as a way to pull them apart without being too forceful, I assumed. I nodded in response, hips threatening to buck upwards with the slightest twitch that I knew she recognized. There wasn’t anything she didn’t recognize. “This okay?” She murmured, situating herself until she was positioned right in between my thighs until I felt the softness of her lips brushing against the sensitive inner portion of my skin.
My throat bobbed as I gulped down a heavy lump, not being able to tell if she was going as slow as she possibly could or just simply teasing. Knowing Maki it could’ve very well been a combination of both. My lips parted to release a shivering moan, nodding perhaps for the millionth time as my body writhed underneath her. “Yes… y-yes, Maki please.”
I was a mess, trying not to cry in the most ugly way imaginable as she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of my frilly underwear and peeled the garment down the length of my legs. “Just breathe for me, sweet girl.”
Her lips drew closer and closer towards my center, an ache that only grew and grew until I finally felt the softness of her wet tongue drawing up my slit. Instantly my hips bucked and my back arched at the sensation. It felt good… undoubtedly- jaw dropping to give way to the smallest whimper as I let my hands tangle up into the softness of her dark hair. What felt like the vibrations of a moan coming from her end only added to the volume, a mix of heat from her breath almost making my hips quiver as a whine was brought forth.
Her tongue pressed against my bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure, finally giving way to a full moan as her tongue lapped at the sensitive bud. It was a slow build-up, working me loose from the inside out as I fell apart right underneath her. Her amber eyes briefly glanced upwards to meet my own, as if scanning for any signs of discomfort or distress… all she would meet though was my own eyebrows furrowed in a look that could only be one of intoxicating pleasure.
“Maki-” I exclaimed through a shuddering cry of euphoria at the way her tongue curled around the swollen bud… already breathless, so breathless. Fingers stretching out as if begging for her to take them- a subtle reminder that she was still there even as her face dipped deeper in between my thighs. A lapping tongue soon turning into open mouthed kisses until my back was arching completely off of the bed. Just in time for her fingers to slide through my own, coupled with the gentlest squeeze.
“I’m right here, baby.” She murmured, a string of wetness still attached to her lips before she dove right back in. Tongue slipping through my folds once more, traveling along my inner walls, not wanting to leave anything untasted or untouched. So gentle with all of her movements but it still felt so good… so so good. Relentless but careful as her thumb brushed along my knuckles tracing out all of the little divets and grooves while she sent me to heaven with her tongue. Lapping at my soaked core while my back arched upwards and my thighs clenched around her head.
“O-Oh fuck… Maki- M-Maki, please don’t stop.” I practically whined, almost reduced into squirms underneath her as the sounds of ecstasy coming from my mouth only grew louder.
Maki’s free hand that wasn’t clutching onto my own tightened around my thighs, face almost completely enveloped in my center. All I could see were those amber eyes, and in the end that might’ve almost been the reason that I tumbled towards that climax so quickly. I could’ve laid there bathed in her pleasure forever, mouth agap to accompany a series of moans and whimpers while her tongue ran from my soaked walls to my swollen clit that erupted in pleasure with every sloppy suckle of her own.
“Go ahead and cum for me, sweet girl… I know you’re close, I know it feels good.” She practically cooed, pressing her thumb to my bundle of nerves as if to keep up the constant flow of euphoria. The build up to my climax came out in a shuddering cry, my hands tightening around her green locks as my back arched fully off the bed once more.
Maki let her mouth fully envelop over my pulsating center, taking in every bit of gushing mess as I echoed her name like it was the only thing I knew how to say. And in that moment it was probably was. A climax that left my legs shaking even as she loosened her hold on them. Gradually slowing the pace of her tongue alongside my shuddering breaths.
Her chin still glistened with my arousal even as she pulled away, a darkened look in her eyes as she slowly lifted a hand towards her mouth in a show of cleaning herself. Not without savoring every last bit of it though. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” She whispered, carefully sliding her way up my still quivering body. Not even hesitating before placing her lips on mine, a touch of tangy sweetness still lingering, and I almost felt ashamed to say I didn’t want her to pull away. I felt greedy… oh so impossibly greedy as I let my body roll up into hers. So overtaken by the ecstasy of her I nearly forgot everything else. “Was that good?” She questioned once the two of us finally pulled away, and it took everything in me not to smash my lips to hers once more.
“That’s a bullshit question.” I murmured through heavy breaths, arms draped over her shoulders as she let out a little snicker before letting her head fall right into the crook of my shoulder.
“Looks like I’ll have to have you for breakfast too then.” She spoke, lips brushing against my pulse point. “So… I guess we’re doing this?”
“Yeah… I guess we are.” I spoke with a small sigh, heavy eyes fluttering shut just in time to feel the pressure of her body leaving my own to flop next to me, and upon scanning the sheets myself I could still see the remnants of scattered petals. For a moment this hadn’t felt like some arranged connection just for politics or optics at all. We had made it infinitely more than that.
Just us. Only us.
I inched over onto my side, letting my eyes follow her as she laid out next to me while her own fluttered. A comfortable moment of silence where I caught myself slowly inching closer towards her… inches to centimeters… centimeters to millimeters- until every bit of distance had been covered and I was placing my heavy head on her chest and her arm was sliding comfortably around my waist.
“Hey Maki?” I muttered, eyes briefly flickering upwards to meet her golden ones as she hummed in acknowledgment, the feeling of the tips of her fingers delicately tracing out shapes onto my lower back. “Is it weird to say that I’m proud of us?”
“Nah-” Maki stated through a small twitch of the corners or her lips. “I’m proud of us too… more specifically, you-”
“But-“ I began once more, stubbornly lifting my head from her chest with statements she only silenced with a kiss pressed right to my forehead.
“Hey… get some rest, okay? Try not to think too hard about tomorrow… whatever happens- we can handle it, alright?” Her words were gentle again, pretty reassurances that she knew would always work on me, and I knew I could always trust as well. “Hey, soulmates, right?” Her voice dropped to a whisper making the pink tint bloom on my cheeks again. Nodding once more before I let my head drop back against her chest.
“Yeah, soulmates.”
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