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Started January 12, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Gwen took a shaky breath, trying to remember how to breathe. Her brain was overloaded at the moment, and this new information was not processing. “You…” She mumbled, attempting to form a sentence. “You want me to? Again? You’re not…” A smile started to form on her face as the words began to register. Gwen stroked Marla’s cheek with her hand before leaning in again, softly kissing her.

(Same Lmao
They fit the girlxgirl stereotype lmao, Marla’s literally in Gwen’s lap and they both thought the other liked them as a friend)

A soft gasp parted Marla’s lips the moment before Gwen’s lips touched down on hers. Fireworks were going off in her rib cage, her mind was short-circuiting and leaving her with nothing but instinct— so instead of thinking, she let the tidal wave of bliss drag her under, slung her arms over Gwen’s shoulders, and kissed her back.

(Sometimes you just need an rp with some stereotypical fluffy college kids lol)

Gwen wrapped her arms around Marla’s waist, holding her close. She didn’t ever want this moment to end. Mostly because she was afraid of what would happen once it did. It was was hard breathe, but Gwen wasn’t sure if that was because Marla was kissing her or because Marla was kissing her.

(Always
XD)

Marla’s conscious mind lay back so that instinct could take the reins. Being on Gwen’s lap, her head was in a raised position over hers, which make it a lot easier to deepen the kiss. “This,” she breathed between kisses, “Is why I couldn’t text my crush in front of you.”

Gwen pulled away to catch her breathe, her face flushed a bright red. “I’m so dense! I should’ve figured that out.” She groaned in embarrassment, hiding her face in her hands.

Laughing weakly, Marla reached forward to peel Gwen’s hands away from her beautiful face. “To be fair, I was literally in— I was literally in your lap and still thought you didn’t like me.”

“Hey! I’m very subtle! I managed to convince you to go on a low key date with me!” She teased, grabbing ahold of Marla’s hands for the sole purpose of holding them.

Marla, through the blushing, and the giggling, and the heart-tugging feeling of Gwen’s hand on hers, somehow managed to raise an eyebrow. “This doesn’t seem very ‘lowkey’ to me.”

“But did you know it was a date? I don’t think so! See? Low key.” Gwen released Marla’s hands in favor of wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist again.

Marla leaned into the touch, her hands finding and tracing Gwen’s jawline. “What is it now? A highkey date?”

“Very high key.” Gwen’s face grew redder as Marla graced her jawline. “I think Truth or dare is my new favorite game.”

(just to warn you from now, this is my busy day, so I have to disappear soon for double dance)

Marla gave a flustered grin, not noticing when her spaghetti strap slipped– again. "So.… what…. what are.. well, what does this make us?" she dared to ask, leaning forward enough to bump her nose lightly against Gwen's.

“Honestly? Whatever you want.” Gwen slid her fingers onto Marla’s shoulder, gently pulling the strap back up. “I don’t want pressure you into anything.”

(Okay! Good luck!)

(thanks oof
how're you?)

For a few seconds, Marla forgot how to breathe.
"Um– I–" She cleared her throat awkwardly, steadying herself. "It would be… difficult, to say the least, to go back to being just friends.. so maybe we could– maybe we could give this a shot? If you want, I mean."

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Gwen smiled bashfully, tracing shapes onto Marla’s shoulder with her finger. “Gods, how is your skin this smooth?”

(Pretty good! How are you today?)

Marla could feel the heat rush to her face, which she promptly buried in Gwen's shoulder. "S'not that smooth…" she mumbled, words muffled by the other girl's pyjama shirt.
(Horrible)

(Awe I’m sorry! I hope your day gets better! Just remember you’re an amazing person and writer! I’m routing for you!)

“It totally is. You’re a liar.” Gwen giggled lightly, pulling Marla into a hug. “I can’t believe you’re willing to date me.”

(thanks
sorry that sounds ridiculously sarcastic and ungrateful, I really do mean it)

Marla was genuinely confused by the statement. "Why would I not be? If anything, I should be the surprised one that you want to go out with me."

(No problem! I’m glad to help, even if all I can do is talk like a dumb motivational poster XD)

“Do you have any idea how pretty you are? Should I get you a mirror?” Gwen was stunned by Marla’a response. “You do realise you’re very out of my league, right?”

(sometimes, the thing you need the most is a motivational poster and also you're not dumb
back from dance now, sorry)

"Me?" Marla gave Gwen the most baffled look she had ever had the need to create. "Pretty? Are you sure you're not confusing me with someone else?? It's you who is out of my league. By, like, a long shot."

(How did it go? Feeling any better?)

“Princess, I’m a botanist elf. Not exactly a runaway model. You’ve been chosen by otherworldly powers to tell the future.” Gwen ran her hands through Marla’s soft hair, still blushing heavily.

(a little bit, Jazz tends to do that)

"A runaway model. Me." Marla snorted loudly. "And I wasn't chosen by otherworldly powers, my powers happened when my Prophet mother and Oracle father got carried away one night and forgot to use protection. You, however, are gorgeous."

“Truth or dare?” Gwen released Marla, expectantly crossing her arms. A playful smirk rested on her face.

Marla gave a playful roll of her eyes and mirrored Gwen by crossing her arms. "Dare."