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Started November 16, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Marianne grabbed hold of the bouquet and pushed into Mare's hands, making sure the little teddy bear plushie was still tied around the rose stems. "Open your eyes."

She did. She was assaulted by a flood of red until she narrowed her eyes and focused: roses. Red roses. Fresh red roses, bought specially for her. A small white ribbon held the thriving bouquet together, and a small teddy bear dangled off the ribbon, arms extended towards Mare. She plucked it off and stroked its head, silent yet full of wonder.

“Do you.. like it?” Marianne asked tentatively, clasping her hands behind her back.

Mare's eyes widened and she turned her head to look at Marianne. She nodded slowly, put the bouquet on the bed, tucked the bear in her pocket and pulled Marianne into a hug.

Marianne blinked, taken of guard, but was soon slipping her arms around Mare and hugging her back with surprising fierceness.

Mare melted into the strong hug. "I love it," she whispered into Marianne's shoulder.

“I’m glad…” She slipped a hand up into Mare’s hair, bracing the back of her head.

Mare pulled back, leaning into Marianne's hand. "I used to hate roses. Did you know?"

Marianne blinked, brows drawing together. “How come?”

Mare shrugged. "I cut myself on one when I was a baby and the cut got infected and it became this bleeding mess. I was traumatized for a long while," she laughed.

Marianne winced. “Ouch, I’ll get you something different next time, now that I know.”

"No!! I love roses now. Really, I do," Mare assured Marianne, hand on her waist.

“I was going to bring it to your show, but I was afraid of ruining it,” she tried to explain, “I almost crushed it bringing it home from the store.

"I prefer it here. I'm not really on friendly terms with the other girls so, it's easier here." Mare sat down on the bed and picked up the bouquet stroking the petals. "They're beautiful."

Marianne settled beside her, sneaking a quick kiss on the cheek. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.”

Blushing deeply, Mare leaned over onto Marianne's shoulder, exhaling deeply. "I'm really glad you're with me."

“Physically? Or relationship-wise?” Marianne slipped her arm around Mare and tugged her closer.

"Interpret it the way you like," Mare mumbled into Marianne's shoulder. She played with the hem of Marianne's shirt, heart swelling with comfort: she wasn't alone in this.

Marianne's skin burned whenever it came into contact with Mare's, and she found herself pressing closer to her fingers. "Are you tired?"

Mare breathed in Marianne's delicate smell, ink and lemon and roses. She shook her head, curling her foot to hook under Marianne's ankle.

Marianne fell back against the bed, pulling Mare down with her and cushioning her fall with her body.

Mare let out a laugh, wrapping her arms around Marianne. She was facing Marianne, their faces inches apart. She tilted her head back to face the ceiling, holding her breath. "Did you talk to any of the other girls backstage?"

“No, I didn’t,” Marianne answered, a glow of happiness illuminating her features. “Why?”

Mare shook her head. "Just wondering. They're all bitchy most of the time." Still, Mare didn't look at Marianne, but a pure smile split her face. "I really am grateful you came."

“I would never have considered doing anything else,” she promised, finding Mare’s hand and lifting it to her lips.