Genesis 091
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Title~ First Kiss
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both mine
Notes~ Genesis 091. I know, I said I was going to bed. But this particular Genesis has been bugging me for a~ges, and I suddenly got an idea for it and had to fic it before bed, so here you go. OMG THE CUTE! IT BURNS!
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Ramnaré sighed as the sun licked the last golden splash of sunlight from the city.
“And so, the sun sets on another day.” Ika slapped her thighs in a move to get up. “Suppose I should get dinner started then.”
“No… wait a minute.” Ramnaré caught the chef’s hand, pulling her back down to her level. She was about to let go, content that Ika was willing to stay, but the city girl’s hand felt so nice and warm in her own. Best of all, Ika wasn’t letting go either.
The healer smiled softly to herself, her face turned towards the subtly changing colours of the dusky sky. Her eyes, however, lingered on the beautiful girl to her left.
She’d only been living in this house in Ni-Yana for a year, and already she knew she’d found someone. There was something different about Ika, and had been ever since they’d first met. She’d never ridiculed her once for being from the desert, when it seemed everyone else in this Aeia-damned city wished to throw her back where she’d come from.
Whether the palace chef’s affections stretched further than that though, Ramnaré didn’t know. Maybe the healer had been knocked back once before, but she wasn’t one to be deterred by such things.
She looked down at her right hand, still tenderly clasped in Ika’s. Her smile broadened slightly, and she rested her head on the chef’s shoulder. Still, Ika didn’t resist, and rested her head against Ramnaré’s with a contented sigh.
“Your shoulder’s too knobbly,” the healer accused, only now realising how uncomfortable the position was, but not quite willing to move just yet.
Ika’s shoulder lifted slightly in a shrug. “Your head’s not much better.”
Ramnaré’s lips pulled in a grin, and she lifted her head from Ika’s shoulder. How could she begin to tell her what she felt? A long monologue about how she felt wouldn’t work. That was just far too Llayan. A simple ‘I love you’? Too simple, and yet so complicated at the same time. Ika could so easily tag an ‘as a friend’ onto the end of it. That, or it would be just as awkward as last time.
Her eyes flicked to Ika’s face, to their clasped hands, and back up again, resting on the chef’s full lips. Without thinking, Ramnaré bent over and brushed her lips against Ika’s.
The chef darted back slightly in surprise, but the look on her face wasn’t at all disgusted or negative. Her lips parted as though she was about to say something, but she the words never came.
Ramnaré bent forwards again, slower this time, with clear thought behind her actions. She caught Ika’s lips again with her own, parting them in a delighted smile when the chef didn’t pull back.
Instead, Ika hummed a quiet noise of pleasure, smiling against Ramnaré’s smile.
“How did you know?” Ramnaré heard her murmur.
“River folk talk too much,” she answered, then caught Ika’s lips once more.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both mine
Notes~ Genesis 091. I know, I said I was going to bed. But this particular Genesis has been bugging me for a~ges, and I suddenly got an idea for it and had to fic it before bed, so here you go. OMG THE CUTE! IT BURNS!
Ramnaré sighed as the sun licked the last golden splash of sunlight from the city.
“And so, the sun sets on another day.” Ika slapped her thighs in a move to get up. “Suppose I should get dinner started then.”
“No… wait a minute.” Ramnaré caught the chef’s hand, pulling her back down to her level. She was about to let go, content that Ika was willing to stay, but the city girl’s hand felt so nice and warm in her own. Best of all, Ika wasn’t letting go either.
The healer smiled softly to herself, her face turned towards the subtly changing colours of the dusky sky. Her eyes, however, lingered on the beautiful girl to her left.
She’d only been living in this house in Ni-Yana for a year, and already she knew she’d found someone. There was something different about Ika, and had been ever since they’d first met. She’d never ridiculed her once for being from the desert, when it seemed everyone else in this Aeia-damned city wished to throw her back where she’d come from.
Whether the palace chef’s affections stretched further than that though, Ramnaré didn’t know. Maybe the healer had been knocked back once before, but she wasn’t one to be deterred by such things.
She looked down at her right hand, still tenderly clasped in Ika’s. Her smile broadened slightly, and she rested her head on the chef’s shoulder. Still, Ika didn’t resist, and rested her head against Ramnaré’s with a contented sigh.
“Your shoulder’s too knobbly,” the healer accused, only now realising how uncomfortable the position was, but not quite willing to move just yet.
Ika’s shoulder lifted slightly in a shrug. “Your head’s not much better.”
Ramnaré’s lips pulled in a grin, and she lifted her head from Ika’s shoulder. How could she begin to tell her what she felt? A long monologue about how she felt wouldn’t work. That was just far too Llayan. A simple ‘I love you’? Too simple, and yet so complicated at the same time. Ika could so easily tag an ‘as a friend’ onto the end of it. That, or it would be just as awkward as last time.
Her eyes flicked to Ika’s face, to their clasped hands, and back up again, resting on the chef’s full lips. Without thinking, Ramnaré bent over and brushed her lips against Ika’s.
The chef darted back slightly in surprise, but the look on her face wasn’t at all disgusted or negative. Her lips parted as though she was about to say something, but she the words never came.
Ramnaré bent forwards again, slower this time, with clear thought behind her actions. She caught Ika’s lips again with her own, parting them in a delighted smile when the chef didn’t pull back.
Instead, Ika hummed a quiet noise of pleasure, smiling against Ramnaré’s smile.
“How did you know?” Ramnaré heard her murmur.
“River folk talk too much,” she answered, then caught Ika’s lips once more.