healthy hugs. wheein&momo
“i don’t have much warmth to offer,” momo countered. that was hardly the case. momo knew that the minute two bodies huddled together, warmth naturally increased from two relatively warm bodies coming together. it would be even easier to retain heat that way. the poke makes her jerk away in response, a scowling gracing her features.
wheein moving closer only causes momo to blush. she averts her eyes quickly. she’s not accustomed to close proximities or people who want to be so openly affectionate. hell, wheein is the first person she’s considered an acquaintance in decades. a part of her doesn’t want to push wheein away as much as another part of her does. it’s a constant tug and pull within her whenever she’s in the other’s presence.
“i know it won’t kill me i–” though she didn’t really have a counterclaim as to why she just didn’t touch anyone. she drops the sentence off and leaves it that way, not bothering to finish it. she gives wheein a pained look at the question. “i don’t….cuddle.” she doesn’t do anything really. it doesn’t strike her how odd it is with her lack of skinship and everything, really, until she’s in the presence of others.
she licks her lips a bit nervously. “i told you i’ve never done any of those things. i hope you didn’t believe i was joking.” momo huffs, looking off to the ground with sudden interest. it was mostly to avoid the other’s gaze. the faery grumbled to herself. “i don’t hug, i don’t hold hands. i do not kiss nor have i ever cuddled.” her hard stare at the ground softens then. rethinking everything really made her realise something. “no one really…..tries.” she looked up at wheein with wide eyes. the gaze was something akin to an innocent puppy or a child. though she was trying really hard not to look pathetic and pleading. “so i don’t initiate it.”
wheein knew momo genuinely didn’t want to be near her, or at least be touched, but wheein had always been stubborn. momo must know the wonders of affection! it was through affection that wheein managed to stay sane throughout the years of solitude, the constant pat of other people, the random hugs of her team mates, the occasional kissing of strangers she met at the bar-- all were to remind her that she was alive and feeling. “why not? i know we all have warmth you know. if not then i can warm up you-- not in a sexual way.” she remembered saying that once to a friend and boy, the expression they did made wheein spit her drink.
as if her heart was broken, wheein frowned and looked at momo with pity that the woman probably didn’t need. doing so may even have the taller be annoyed with her. but what’s life without thrill (her mother would scold her for believing such phrase)?
inching closer again, she managed to hook an arm around momo’s, her chin resting on momo’s shoulder with the tip of her nose aimed at the woman’s cheek. the whole time, wheein had her lips curved into a grin, a playful smile, her lips whispering soft words as she stared at momo with half lidded eyes.
“hey, just because no one tries doesn’t mean it’ll stay that way. i’m trying right now. we don’t have to cuddle just yet, i just want a hug. i’m cold,” wheein was tempted to give momo’s cheek a kiss, genuinely curious of how she’d react. should she? maybe not? a light peck won’t hurt!
so she did, landing a quick smack on the smoothness of momo’s skin. instantly, wheein giggled, her arm not letting go of momo’s.
