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Michelle was starting to think she needed antipsychotics. Or some serious therapy. Because she was most definitely going insane over her childhood best friend who she was now roommates with.

Willow has always been absurdly stunning. Her lips are full and pink, her hazel eyes sparkle in the sunlight like pure gold, her light brown waves of hair were perfect as they fell around her shoulders. Oh, and don’t get her started on that mole above her lip.. or her thick thighs, or her fat ass- anyways, point is, she didn’t need much to take Michelle’s breath away every single time. But there’s a recent development about her that has Michelle particularly daydreaming about not safe for work things. 

It started off with her music taste, listening to bands like the Cure, Bauhaus, Siouxxie and the Banshees, Depeche Mode, etc. Michelle actually got into a bit of it herself from Willow’s recommendations and borrowing her vinyls. It was good. But then Willow started going to art school, found her crowd, and realized that the people who shared her interests and music taste dressed differently. Much darker, much more ornate. So Willow started thrifting, picking up some pairs of black vintage earrings, long necklaces with various symbols that Michelle didn’t quite know the meaning of, fishnets, and victorian-esque clothes. It started to build up over the past year. And you wouldn’t believe it, but Michelle had been practically restraining herself with an invisible straitjacket whenever she saw Willow all dressed up like the hottest vampire to ever grace this mortal earth. Her hair was fluffy and teased, looking like she got electrocuted but in a good way. Her makeup took her a lot of time, and it was always worth it. Her eyeliner was dramatic yet so perfect, which Michelle didn't understand how she did it since Michelle herself had shaky hands and the hand-eye coordination of a 3 year old at their first baseball game. But that’s probably why Willow’s the art major and Michelle’s the english major. 

Along with the bold eyeliner, Willow would also usually wear heavy contour, the black and greyish powder cutting deep down her cheek bones in a sharp angle. The black makeup on her face had much more of a pop when it clashed with her white foundation and powder, which Willow pulled off incredibly well. And oh dear god, the black lipstick. Michelle had dreamt of it an embarrassing amount of times. Kissing it off those pretty plump lips, wiping it from her own. Maybe seeing those black kiss marks trailed down her neck, her collarbone, her chest.. maybe lower.

Michelle felt utterly pathetic, to say the least. And her nervousness around her longstanding crush/childhood best friend/girl she was pathetically and utterly in love with has only been getting worse as she got better at the makeup, the fashion, all of it. Michelle found it so fucking attractive. It was unfair that anyone else could stare at such a beautiful woman like her. If it were up to Michelle, she’d stab out anyone’s eyes that even dared to glance at her for a split second. She was simply too gorgeous and Michelle, selfishly, wanted that all to herself.

Michelle sat by her desk at the window, tapping her pencil against the paper as she tried to come up with her opening paragraph on an essay about the Yellow Wallpaper. It was kind of a boring book in her opinion, but whatever helps her graduate. 

A soft click can be heard from the front door, making Michelle’s neck nearly snap with how fast she turned her head to look. Willow coming home from work at 8 was the highlight of Michelle’s day. It was the time they could relax together on the couch watching a movie, or reading comics, or talking comfortably over tea. Literally anything. Michelle would go up Mount Everest if Willow really wanted to. She enjoyed anything as long as it was with her.

The door finally opened, a jingle of the keys heard from the entrance.

“I’m homeeee!”

Michelle smiled widely like a happy dog that had been waiting for its owner, running to the door and basically tackling Willow before she even had the chance to step into their shared apartment. Willow laughed at her excitement, giving her a gentle hug back.

“Good to see you too, Mich. How was today without me?”

She simply sighed in response to Willow’s question, looking down at her with miserable puppy eyes.

“It sucked. Some asshole yelled at me today for supposedly “cutting in front of him” in the line to order my coffee, but he literally left the line and thought he could just come back! He was gone for 20 minutes and expects me to save his spot in line? What a shithead! And then some drunk old lady started yapping to me about some god or something on the subway, she honestly might have been on crack too…”

Michelle continued to rant about her long day, walking over to sit back onto the big couch and flailing her hands around aggressively to get her point across. The annoying people, shit weather, etc. Much of it was a little incoherent honestly but Willow, like always, was an amazing listener and comforted Michelle the whole way through, resting a soft hand on top of hers (which nearly made her choke on her saliva.) Once Michelle had finally run out of bullshit to rant about that she hated, Willow was leaning on her shoulder, a smudge of her pale foundation getting on Michelle’s sweater. She didn't mind.

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with those assholes all day.. if I could, I'd be around you to scare them off.”

Michelle snorted. “You may look like a vampire now, but you’re not scary, Will. You’re as sweet as apple pie.”

It could have been a trick of the dim lighting, but Michelle swore she caught a hint of pink spreading across Willow’s white covered cheeks. She swatted Michelle’s arm.

“Shut up. You know what I mean.. and what do you mean I look like a vampire? I'm not a bloodsucking monster!” Willow pouted playfully, a small reluctant smirk tugging on the corner of her black lips. Michelle simply laughed at her bratty defensiveness.

“Relax, it isn't a bad thing. I like it. Plus it's cool that you can still wear it to work. They must be chill, hm?”

Willow nodded, now putting her feet up on the sofa as she leaned more of her weight into the taller girl next to her.

“Mhm.. the record store’s pretty chill, as long as you don't wear anything wildly offensive. Although, I do get weird looks..”

Michelle rolled her eyes, scoffing. “Well, fuck those guys. They’re boring and clearly don't have eyes if they don't see how beautiful you look.”

Willow’s doe eyes widened to the side of golf balls at the accidental compliment. Michelle didn't even realize what she said until she saw the look on Willow's flustered and shocked face, where a bit of red was definitely visible now, even behind her white foundation. Michelle's whole body felt like it had been lit on fire.

“Y-you know, like, they're just- they're normies! I mean, I guess I am too, but they're just, like, super boring. And you're not, you know? I-I bet they don't even listen to good music or wear good clothes or-”

Willow giggled beneath her, her shoulders shaking with laughter next to Michelle's arm. She looked up, a wide smile on her face that was enough to light up the room and nearly blind Michelle. Funnily enough, she already is blind. Without her glasses, at least.

“No, no, I get it, Michie.. thanks.” She smiled softer now, her hand resting on Michelle's knee. It felt like the spot where her hand met Michelle's jeans were searing into her skin like a hot iron, hotter than the rest of her flushed body. Michelle cleared her dry throat.

“Y-yeah, of course..”

The two fell into a comfortable silence after that. Willow still rested on Michelle, now cuddled pretty close to her on the couch where the two shared a warm yellow blanket. It was nice having each other at the end of the day when the world outside was cold, loud and cruel. It was times like these that Michelle just wishes she could kiss Willow with that stupid, crazily hot black lipstick of hers. That she could maybe kiss her until all her thoughts dissolved into the back of her mind, until all she thought of was Michelle. The thought somehow made her wet.

Fuck.

“Hey, Mich?” Willow whispered, making Michelle jump a bit. She figured she'd fallen asleep a few minutes ago based on her slow breathing. Michelle responded in an equally soft tone.

“Yeah?”

The girl tucked in next to her side shifted a little, like she was curling inward into a cocoon of sorts using the blanket they shared. She held the fabric close, like a shield that would protect her from whatever was about to come next.

“.. I found my, um, lipstick in your bed.. I was trying to find it this morning so I went to your room and it was just sitting there, open. Did you, um.. use it?”

Oh fuck. Michelle felt like she was burning in the fiery pits of hell, being put in the hot seat to somehow come up with an excuse for this. No, she didn't use it. Michelle doesn't use makeup and actually hates the feeling of it sensory wise. Willow knew that, she's always known that. So how would Michelle possibly get away with the excuse that she was using it?

“U-uh, yeah. Just, y'know, needed it for class.. presentation and stuff.” Michelle muttered weakly, just as weak as her excuse. Willow looked up with an arched brow of suspicion.

“It's Saturday. You don't have classes. Plus you hate makeup and didn't even use any for my parents’ wedding. Or any job interviews, which I always suggested so you look cleaner, but you refused.” Willow crossed her arms. “So what was the real reason my expensive lipstick was opened on your bed?”

Was it possible to dissolve into thin air? Maybe evaporate into the sun? Because Michelle actually wanted to disappear. 

Michelle fumbled over her words, her glasses beginning to fog up from the immense heat radiating off her cherry red face. She was stuttering, sweating, and trembling a bit. She felt like a five year old caught with their hands stuck in the cookie jar, but instead of a cookie jar, it was her going through Willow's makeup bag to grab her favorite lipstick and practice leaving kiss marks on herself just to see what it would look like on her skin. That was the closest she was getting to any sort of kiss from Willow: an indirect one through her lipstick. Holy shit, Michelle Wheeler was a desperate fucking idiot.

“I-I.. I’m sorry Willow.. please don't be mad, I didn't know it was expensive..” 

Her bottom lip began to quiver. She didn’t mean to upset Willow, but then again, it was her fault for being a total creep and taking it. Willow probably thought she was so weird now. A total pervert. Could she see into Michelle’s mind? See all the terrible, dirty images that flashed through her head when she’d see Willow all dressed up? How she always thought of ripping that all black outfit off and-

“Hey.. hey, I’m not mad.” 

Willow’s eyes softened into that doe eyed look, her mouth turning into a sympathetic frown. She put her soft, warm hands over Michelle’s freezing cold ones, interlocking their fingers and squeezing tight in reassurance.

“I’m not mad, Mich, I just.. I wanna know why. I’m sorry if I sounded mad.” She pouted, her cheek resting against Michelle’s shoulder all cute and puffed up. This woman was not giving Michelle’s poor, weak heart a damn break.

“No, no.. it’s fine. I would be mad too.” 

Michelle sighed, turning her head forward. She was too embarrassed to look at Willow right now so she opted for the coffee table in front of them instead. She did that nervous habit where she’d fidget with her bracelets, taking a deep breath in and out through her nose to somehow calm her nerves. It didn’t work.

“You’re gonna think I’m, like, weird.. you might not wanna be around me anymore.”

Willow’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What? No. Whatever it is that you're gonna tell me, it’s not going to drive me away from you. I’m never gonna leave you, I’m a little leech stuck to you forever. Crazy together, remember?” Willow smiled softly up at Michelle, the kind that made her heart melt. This girl was so sweet, how could she ever deserve her?

Michelle chuckled, squeezing Willow’s hand back. “Mhm. Crazy together.”

She bit the inside of her cheek nervously, her face flushing pink once more in shame. She ran one hand through her hair, sighing heavily. 

“I.. I took it cause.. I wanted to see what it would look like on my skin.” Michelle blushed impossibly hard, squeezing her eyes shut. Here comes her word vomit.

“It’s just that you’ve looked so so good and that damn lipstick was just- wow. So I took it to see what the kiss marks would look like on my skin, and I know how desperate and creepy and, like, totally perverted that sounds, I’m so sorry, you’ve just looked amazing dressed up like this and, oh god, fuck, what am I sayi-”

“Michelle.”

She felt a small hand on her chin, turning her face to the side and angling it down to where Willow’s face would be.

“Look at me.”

She didn’t want to open her eyes and look at her. All she would find on that pretty face is disgust, anger, disappointment, maybe all the above. Michelle couldn’t look at her face twisted up in discomfort, especially not because of her. But she couldn’t say no to Willow. She never could.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, her dark eyes meeting Willow’s beneath her. There.. there wasn’t any disgust. Or anger. Or disappointment. Nothing negative. Her expression was honestly kind of unreadable, but her face was just as flushed as Michelle's, if not more. The sight was so cute. And she was looking up at her with those eyes, those big glossy eyes that made the world stop spinning around them. All Michelle could think about was how beautiful she was, even if she was bound to get yelled at right now.

They held eye contact for a moment. A moment that lasted for what felt like eternity and beyond. Willow was looking up at her through those pretty thick lashes, her black lips slightly parted and coming out in small, shallow breaths. Was she also flustered or was this her new angry face?

“You.. you said.. you think I look good?”

Michelle felt a stone-like lump go down her throat as she swallowed.

“Uh.. y-yeah. You do.”

Willow let out a shaky exhale, which she looked like she had also been holding. Their breaths were mingling together in the air, held together by anticipation and a small spark of tension. Something that Michelle hasn’t ever felt, not like this. 

“How good, Michelle?”

Fuck, this girl wasn’t making it easy for her to escape this conversation. Could she bury herself deep into the ground now? Preferably to never come back out? Or maybe she could move to Iceland or something, maybe live somewhere far away from any other civilizations. That would be nice.

“Well.. y-you’re like..” Michelle gulped again, her mouth feeling as dry as sandpaper scraped across the Sahara Desert. She was too scared to move with Willow still leaned against her, still close to her. Too close.

“Like what, hm?”

Michelle could have sworn she saw a ghost of a smile cross those beautiful dark lips. But that might’ve been her vision acting up again.

“C’mon, W-Willow-”

“No, tell me. Please..” 

The last word came out breathy, in a tone that Michelle had never heard before. It felt desperate, needy. A tone that only made Michelle’s heart thump faster, which she’s sure Willow could hear. Her heart might as well jump out of her chest, out the window, and plunge down 20 floors out the building and to the ground below to meet its inevitable doom.

“I.. I think you’re beautiful. Hot.” Michelle’s glasses were fogging up again like a complete loser. She could barely see the look on Willow’s pretty face now.

“You think I’m hot..?”

How many times did Michelle have to confirm this before she spontaneously combusted? She nodded slowly, hesitantly, scared to be telling Willow any of this. The girl she’d been in love with for countless years, now asking if Michelle found her hot. No shit she did. Anyone with two functioning human eyes and common sense would be able to tell how fucking stunning Willow is. 

Michelle felt two fingers pinch around the delicate frames of her glasses, pulling it slowly off her face. She couldn’t see much, but Willow was so close she could still make out that pretty face. Her eyelids were low and her lips were wet, like she’d been licking them. What was this look? Was she.. turned on?

“I think.. I think you’re hot too. I always have, y’know.”

Willow got nervous again, her initial confidence fading like white noise into the background. She bit the skin on her lips, and Michelle just wishes it was her doing that to Willow instead.

“I can hear you sometimes at night.. one time I came to your door to talk to you about the bed squeaking. All I heard was you moaning and whimpering my name.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This whole conversation had to be taken down several notches for Michelle’s brain to process. Willow thought Michelle was hot? I mean, her friends told her she was good looking, so did her exes, but she always figured she just looked like an awkward teenage boy with longer hair. Lanky, 5’9” (which apparently guys don't like that height?), relatively flat, and terrible posture like the hunchback of Notre Dame due to years of practiced insecurity. She wore button ups and grandma sweaters, usually paired with the same three pairs of jeans. She didn’t have the stylistic vision that Willow had, Michelle just wanted to look somewhat decent. Compared to this gorgeous girl next to her? She looked like a total dork. She always felt awkward standing next to her, towering over her and constantly hovering around her like a possessive creep. Not that Willow minded.

“You heard that?” 

Michelle asked in a broken whisper, referring to the times that Willow had somehow heard her getting off in her room without her noticing. She was unsure of how to feel about any of this right now. To be honest, none of this was processing in her head. This was probably all just another dream that Michelle was having, and she’d be woken up by her obnoxiously loud alarm to go to her stupid ass, low paying job.

“Yeah.. yeah I heard it.” Willow’s eyes trailed down to Michelle’s lips, eyeing them like a piece of candy. 

“I do the same thing too.. I’ll think of you in the shower, touch myself when I know you’re not home.. I never thought you felt the same until I heard you in the bathroom. But even then, I was so confused. Cause you always insisted that we were best friends.”

Michelle felt a twang of guilt in her chest. She only did that because she was scared Willow would never feel the same. Because how could she? Fuck, Willow was perfect and sweet and beautiful and incredibly hot, and Michelle felt like she was just barely passing grade.

Wait, did she just say she thinks of Michelle when she touches herself?

“I.. I said that because I was scared you'd never feel like that about me. That maybe you’d think I’m a freak if you ever found out-”

“Then I’m a freak too.” Willow held Michelle’s heated cheek in her hands, her eyes darting between her eyes and her lips. Michelle felt her brain malfunctioning.

“I like you, Michelle. I think you’re super pretty, and smart, and fuck you’re hot when you come out of the shower. It took everything in me not to jump your bones every single time.”

Michelle let out a shaky breath, her head spinning with absolute admiration as well as arousal. She wanted to hold her, to kiss her all over her pretty face and cuddle her close to her chest, never letting go. But she also wanted to absolutely wreck her. She imagined that face, panting and breathless beneath her, begging and whining for more of Michelle’s touch. To have Michelle make her feel good. To mark that pretty tan chest with purple and red marks, all the way down to her lower stomach and stop right above her core, teasing her. She thought of pulling those teased locks of light brown hair, gripping them with fervor as she fucked that beautiful girl from behind. She loved her, wanted her. Wanted to practically consume her.

“Fuck.. I like you too, Willow. Like embarrassingly so.”

Willow laughed. “That’s okay.. I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember.”

Michelle eyes widened. Was she.. was she serious? All this time, and Michelle was too blind and stupid to see it?

“Me too.” Was all she could mutter below her breath, staring deeply into Willow sparkling hazel eyes. The ones she’d spend all her days thinking about, about how beautiful she is. And now here she was, looking up at her like that, admitting she actually likes Michelle.

Willow bit her lip. “So.. you wanna test out that lipstick thing or are we gonna sit around being saps all day?”

Michelle barked out a laugh, the weight lifting off her shoulders. 

“You, Willow Byers, talking about not wanting to be a sap? Is it opposite day?”

“Shut up before I make you.”

Michelle raised one brow. 

“Yeah? You gonna shut me up?”

Willow smirked, making a heat pool low in Michelle’s stomach and drip down between her thighs.

“If.. if you want me to.”

As if that were even a question.

“Fuck, Willow..” She pulled the girl close by one of her necklaces, their lips crashing together in the middle.

Their mouths clashed together in a passionate dance, an unspoken fire raging between the two of them. It was years of longing, loving, patience, and pure need. Need for one another. They had spent 16 years silently hoping and praying that the other one liked them back, not knowing just how oblivious they both were. Before Willow knew it, she was being pinned down to the couch, her lipstick being kissed away as Michelle looked down at her with the biggest idiotic smile ever. Her mouth was now smudged with black, the smokey color messy on her lips. The sight made Willow giggle.

“You look like you ate charcoal.”

Michelle laughed with her. “Well, you wear this everyday, so I don’t wanna hear it.”

They crashed their lips together again, Willow’s arms coming up around behind Michelle’s head to pull her in closer. Their kissing turned into a sloppy makeout, tongues tangling and moans swallowed down one another’s throats. It was everything Michelle ever could have dreamed of and more. It was better than her dreams. Willow tasted sweet, like honey and earl grey tea. She made the cutest sounds as Michelle practically swallowed Willow’s tongue down her throat, sucking at the end of it. The whimpers coming from her were now Michelle’s favorite song.

“Mmf.. you’re even better than I imagined.” Michelle panted, her forehead pressed against Willow’s. She saw those bright eyes widen, a blush steadily growing on her cheeks.

“You.. you’ve imagined this?”

Michelle snorts, like the question is ridiculous.

“Of course I have. Why else would I have moaned your name and stolen your lipstick?”

Willow scoffed, flushing even more. Michelle could definitely get used to making her blush like this. It’s even better than the skyline of the city right outside their window, now completely dark with the buildings lit up in the distance. It added a nice ambience to this intimate moment, the only other source of light being Michelle’s dim desk light in the corner from when she was writing. Even though the lighting was low and Michelle didn’t have her glasses on, she finally felt like she was seeing Willow for the first time. The Willow that crumbled beneath her and felt safe enough to pull her close like this. To kiss her.

“So.. you wanted to see how it would look if I kissed you?” Willow looked at Michelle with big wet eyes, her lashes brushing against Michelle’s flushed cheeks.

“Yeah.. I-I did. I kinda, um, practiced on myself.”

Willow laughed.

“That’s so adorable. But you know you could have just asked me, right?”

Was it possible to blush so hard you actually explode like a volcano? Michelle couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“I-I.. I mean, I didn’t know you liked me back.”

Willow scoffed, rolling her eyes lovingly at the girl above her.

“I love you, but you’re seriously the most oblivious person on the planet earth.”

Michelle’s eyes widened. She said “I love you” so casually, so naturally. Like it was just something she’s always known. But honestly? So did Michelle. Those three words might sound intimidating, but loving Willow was like breathing air. Like drinking water. It was not only a necessity, but just instinct. It was easy, comfortable. It was always easy with Willow. She never had to put up any walls around her which was saying a lot coming from a girl who was basically raised to never show emotion or vulnerability; a classic Wheeler staple. But Willow made her feel safe, like she could tell her anything with no judgement. Because that’s just how sweet and caring she was. That’s the girl she loved, and would love for the rest of her life.

A soft smile settled across Michelle’s face.

“I love you too.”

Willow smiled so big it felt like her cheekbones might crack. 

“Okay, now I really wanna do that lipstick thing.”

Michelle laughed, kissing Willow's nose.

“We can. Do you have it on you?”

Willow looked around, her eyes settling on her black leather purse sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

“Should be in there.”

Michelle reached one arm out, her long limbs stretching to the table with ease. She grabbed the bag by the strap and began to dig around in Willow's purse. There wasn't much, just her headphones, sketchbook, a few pens, her wallet, and, of course, the lipstick. Michelle grabbed it before placing the purse back onto the glass table, the metal buckles on it making a soft clink as she set it down.

“Here we go.. can I put it on you?”

Willow giggled. “Sure. But can I sit on your lap? Y’know, so it's easier to kiss you everywhere.”

Michelle's heart did 3 backflips and a tumble down a hill. “Jesus.. you can't just say things like that. But yes, come here.”

The taller girl got up from her position hovering over Willow to sit back on the couch, legs spread as she patted her lap to motion for Willow to come to her. She sat up, following after Michelle, settling down onto her with knees on either side of Michelle's thighs. The way she looked down at Michelle gave her a surge of possessiveness, causing her to grab Willow's hips tight.

“You look so fucking beautiful, you know that? You have no idea what you do to me.” 

Michelle's eyes scanned down Willow’s body, clad in black clothing. The way that flowy, lacy top hugged her figure. The bat necklace that sat between her cleavage, making Michelle want to take the metal between her teeth and pull Willow closer with it. Her long dark maxi skirt flowed around her legs and all Michelle could imagine doing was getting up and under that lengthy piece of fabric, yanking down her underwear, and tasting what's under there.

“Are you gonna keep gawking like you've been doing for the past year and a half or are you actually gonna put the lipstick on me?”

Michelle's eyes shot back up to her face, a smug little smirk adorning her lips. Michelle just laughed nervously, rolling her eyes with a small blush.

“Shuddup. Not my fault you're so damn hot..”

She reached over to grab Willow's lipstick, biting the cap and popping it off with her teeth. She spit the cap out to the side, lipstick still ready in hand. Willow pouted.

“Heyyy! Be more careful, I like that lipstick a lot.”

“Yeah, but you like me more.”

Michelle smirked as she began to spread the ebony pigment across Willow's now faded lips. The lipstick glided against her mouth beautifully, making her lips look even softer and fucking delicious. Once Michelle was finished, she pulled her hand back from Willow's mouth, admiring her work. She did pretty good for someone who never used makeup.

“There we go. Looks good, like always.”

Willow hummed, her hands reaching behind Michelle's neck to play with the loose strands at her nape. This earned a groan from the darker haired woman, causing Willow to tug just a bit harder.

“Can I kiss you now? I wanna see what it looks like too..”

Michelle sighed with pleasure.

“Go ahead. I'm all yours.”

The black-lipped girl leaned in, her lips brushing against the side of Michelle’s pale neck. She placed a test kiss, making sure the mark was visible on her skin. And it, in fact, was. Willow pulled away, taking a moment to admire her work. That was her kiss mark. No one else’s. Michelle belonged to her and her alone, and she’d never let anyone else get her like this. 

“It looks… so good..”

Michelle smirked at Willow’s breathless words, hands still rested on her hips.

“You look even better..”

Willow whimpered at the compliment, her head diving right back into the crook of Michelle’s neck. She started off gentle, leaving sweet kisses all over Michelle's neck and face. It was cute, romantic. But it didn't take long before she was escalating, getting bolder with her moves as she left midnight colored bruises just about everywhere from the shoulder’s up. On the sensitive column down the middle of her neck, behind her ears, around her jaw, her collarbones. Love bites were sprinkled across her skin, the site only making Willow wetter. And that fucking black lipstick made her look absolutely breathtaking as the dark stains covered her body, a silent promise of who belonged to who.

“Wow.. you look so good. We should have done this sooner.”

Michelle laughed at Willow’s adorable wide eyed expression, staring up at the now faded lipstick on her lips. Even with her makeup now messed up, she still looked so fucking good. It didn't matter what she looked like, she could be a bald gremlin and Michelle would still love her.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a while.. been wanting to kiss you. And hold you like this..”

Michelle’s hands wandered around to Willow’s backside, giving her ass a tight squeeze. The grip made Willow yelp as she covered her face in embarrassment. Michelle could see the blush blooming on her ears.

“You’re the worst.”

“Sure I am. You still love me though.”

Willow sighed in defeat.

“I-I do.. now put more lipstick on me and take off your shirt.”

Her dark eyes widened at the bluntness of Willow's demand. It made her chuckle a little in surprise, finding it cute how her words definitely didn't match her flustered expression right now.

“So bossy.. you’re lucky you’re cute.”

Michelle grabbed the hem of her baggy sweater, pulling it up over her head and tossing it uselessly to the side. She was now only left in a white tank top with no bra underneath, her nipples already hardened peaks from the sudden rush of cold air hitting her skin. She could hear Willow intake a sharp breath of air at the sight.

“J-jesus..”

Michelle smirked. “I haven’t even finished stripping.”

“Y-yeah, but.. wow.”

The dark haired girl chuckled, teasing at the ends of her own tight tank top. She kind of wanted to see how desperate she could make Willow to see her naked. She just wanted to see Willow desperate in general.

“You want me to take this off?”

Willow audibly gulped. “Y-yeah…”

Michelle’s eyes darkened, void of any sparkle and replaced with the shadow of lust.

“Beg for it.”

Willow blushed again, her face practically glowing red. She began to stammer nervously, her eyes darting between Michelle’s chest, mouth, and those damn eyes. The ones that looked at her like she was her next meal.

“U-um.. please.. take your tank top off.”

“Why?”

Willow bit her lip, holding back a pathetic whimper. Was Michelle really making her do this all the way?

“Because you.. you look hot. Your tits look so good, even if I can’t fully see them. I w-wanna see them… please?” She pleaded, looking back up at Michelle with those big golden eyes. Michelle’s smirk simply widened at the sight.

“Of course.”

Her fingers wrapped around the thin hem of her nearly see through top, yanking it over her head and throwing it to where the sweater she wore earlier laid discarded on the couch. Willow felt lightheaded at the sight of Michelle’s bare chest. Actually, all of her body was beautiful, and she was only half naked right now. Her breasts were small and sensitive, the nipples tipped with a rosy pink. Her stomach looked smooth, running a flat plane right down to where Willow wanted to see most. Freckles dotted along her bony shoulders and it took everything in the shorter girl to not kiss every single one of them. Willow licked her lips looking at Michelle, her lids low with arousal.

“I can’t wait to leave marks there too.”

Michelle held the lipstick up to Willow’s mouth once again, letting it hover over her quivering lips.

“Let’s put this on first, hm?”

Yet again, another generous amount of the creamy lipstick was applied, staining her lips a void black like earlier. It’s funny, because Willow used to only wear light pink lipstick and sometimes just a bit of lip gloss back in high school. She dressed all cutesy and soft. But maybe that’s because that’s what her mom got her and she was bad at saying no. Now, she was all dark makeup and clothes, clothes that Michelle wanted to rip right off. Willow could pull off anything. 

“There we go..” 

Michelle placed the lipstick tube back on the coffee table. The two adjusted their position once more, going from Willow sitting upright on Michelle’s lap, to Willow now hovering on top of her half naked body. She could see all of Michelle’s small details that she loved about her, somehow much better now with the lighting that hit her at this angle. Her freckles, her wet bottom lip. The way her dark curls splayed out on the couch cushions beneath her. She looked like a hauntingly beautiful siren that could easily lure in the girl on top of her. Willow wasted no time plunging herself back into Michelle, kissing at her collarbone. The feeling made Michelle's heart flutter, a soft sigh leaving her lips as Willow kissed away. She left a few purple marks here and there, peppering them in with lipstick stains. The process continued right down to Michelle’s sternum, before Willow looked up at her with curious eyes.

“Can I… um..” She looked down to Michelle's chest.

“Ask nicely, baby.”

The pet name made Willow turn bright red, goosebumps running down her body. She’d only ever imagined Michelle calling her that. To hear it roll off her tongue like deep velvet, right in front of her..

“Please.. can I suck them? They look so beautiful..”

Michelle chuckled, petting Willow’s head.

“Yes you can.”

Willow kissed down to the hardened peaks, taking one into her mouth with no hesitation. Michelle let out a soft moan, playing with the back of Willow’s hair. Her fingers tangled in the brown locks, tugging slightly.

“Good girl.. keep doing that.”

Willow whimpered, her tongue swirling ferociously around Michelle. Sometimes she’d sprinkle in a few gentle bites, tugging her nipple in between her teeth. Michelle’s moans became breathier, raspier as Willow got faster and swapped between both her tits to give them equal attention. It was only after about five minutes that Willow decided to descend her way down, kissing down Michelle’s stomach.

“Mm.. you taste good.” Willow says as she licks a stripe up the center of her torso, eyeing Michelle like candy. The other girl shivered in response.

“Jesus.. you can’t look at me like that and tease me.”

Willow giggled. “Don’t worry, we’re getting there..”

She kissed and sucked down to the lower part of Michelle’s stomach, her mouth heavily breathing right where her pants started. She looked up once more at the girl above her, eyelashes fluttering innocently.

“Is it okay if I take these off?”

“It’s more than okay. Please do, it hurts..”

Willow's eyes widen for a split second before darkening into something more sinister. Her lips upturned into a smirk, a sudden surge of confidence rushing through her.

“Since you made me beg.. I wanna hear it from you too.”

Michelle glared down at Willow, whose lips still hovered right above the button of her jeans, smirking all smugly. Her pale face flushed a deep red, speaking through gritted teeth.

“I hate you.”

Willow hummed, beginning to pull away slightly with a blank expression.

“Well.. if you don't want me to, then-”

“Wait!”

Michelle's voice cut through before she could finish the sentence, an embarrassing voice crack echoing through the apartment. Michelle gulped nervously, a lump going down her bruised throat.

“Please.. please Willow, just take my pants off. I need you to- to touch me down there. Please.”

Michelle pleaded breathlessly, her chest rising and falling with anticipation and impatience. Willow just smiled softly up at her, satisfied with her compliant response.

“I will.”

She unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them down the middle, taking them off once they came loose. Michelle was now only left in her underwear, the navy blue fabric clearly soaked. Willow licked her lips at the delicious sight, practically drooling.

“I can take these off too, ri-”

“I swear to god Willow, I love you, but if you don't go to town down there soon I'm going to cry.”

Willow laughed at Michelle's cutely annoyed tone. She rolled her eyes, fingers tugging at the waist band.

“Someone's impatient..”

She yanked them down, letting the fabric hang around her ankles with Michelle's legs up in the air. Michelle gulped, flushing with embarrassment as Willow stared right between her legs. She saw how much she was dripping. How bad her pussy ached for Willow. The fact that she just gawked at it with lust mixed into her big-pupiled eyes made Michelle go even crazier.

“You look so good like this, Mich..”

Willow reached out her pointer finger, brushing it down from the top of Michelle's clit to the bottom of her entrance. The feeling made Michelle moan, hot tingles shooting up her body like she was getting electrocuted. Willow looked absolutely fascinated how she could elicit such a strong reaction from the simplest touch.

She got more daring, circling her middle and index fingers around Michelle's sensitive bud. She heard the woman above her shakily gasp, her knobby knees buckling and her white-knuckled hands gripping the couch cushions for dear life. 

“F-fuck… I.. I've never been touched down here before by a girl..”

Willow's eyes widened as she looked up at Michelle, her fingers still resting on her pulsing clit.

“Really?”

Michelle gulped. “Um.. only by, like, one guy a few years ago. But it didn't feel all that good so I just.. never really tried again.”

Willow's eyes softened, pressing a gentle kiss to Michelle's inner thigh. A faint black lipstick stain marked the sensitive flesh.

“Hey.. I'll make this feel good for you, okay? You don't have to be scared around me. Just tell me if everything I do is okay. I just want you to feel good and safe.”

Michelle felt that warm fluttery feeling in her chest again as the girl she loved looked back up at her, eyes looking sparkling with adoration and sincerity. The sight of this, Willow between her thighs and saying such loving words of affirmation, Michelle had no clue she could fall even harder.

“Of course I'll let you know. You're doing really good so far.. I'm having fun.”

Willow smiled. “So am I. We have all night to have fun..” She smirked, running her middle finger up and down Michelle's clit again. Michelle moaned, a bit louder this time.

“Fuck.. yes, please, let's do this all night.. I wanna make you feel good too.”

Willow smiled at her consideration, feeling equal parts love and lust. She sped her finger up more, hearing the wet, obscene sounds coming from her pussy.

“Yeah? You'll make me feel good? You can as soon as you come..”

Michelle moaned at the increase in speed and confidence, her knuckles as white as Willow's faded foundation whilst she gripped her hair. Michelle’s hips buckled up, seeking for more friction, which made a weak little whimper leave Willow's throat. 

“Baby, I'm sorry, but I need to take off my clothes too.. it's so hot in here.”

Willow got up, still on the couch but sitting up straighter to strip, while looking dead into Michelle's eyes. She took off her black laced top and let it slip from her fingers and onto the floor to join Michelle's pile of clothes. She was moving with haste, in a hurry to get her clothes off as she undid the clasp of her light yellow bra. She felt it unhook, pulling it off and tossing it to the side as well. She saw Michelle's jaw drop at her very blessed chest. But Willow didn't slow down for her to drink it in. She took off her long dark skirt, pulling it down around her ankles and off her legs completely. Her last article of clothing was the tiniest black thong, barely leaving anything to the imagination. If Michelle weren't lying back at Willow's mercy, frozen in awe, she would've bent Willow right over the glass coffee table full of bullshit books for school, and ate her out till she cried.

Willow yanked down what was basically a pile of strings covering her pussy, kicking it aside carelessly. Michelle's mouth watered as she saw her now completely bare, the light bush resting over her pussy and the moles scattered across her body. She was as sexy as Michelle imagined, and even better than what she'd daydream of. This woman was the epitome of perfection, sent from the heavens.

Willow got back down to Michelle's lower half, spreading her legs wide open again. She stared down at the messy wetness soaking in between them. She began to kiss slowly up Michelle’s inner thigh, the sensation making her shiver. 

“This feel good?” Willow took a small part of the soft inner flesh into her mouth, sucking to leave another violet bruise. Michelle doesn’t bother holding back the full extent of her moans, which is stupid, because they haven’t even gotten to the best part.

“Y-yes.. keep going, you’re doing amazing..” 

Michelle reaches a hand tentatively down to rest on Willow’s head, gently tangling her fingers into the soft locks. Willow sighs against her skin, the warmth tickling the fresh mark she has now left on Michelle’s thigh. It was like Michelle was the canvas, and Willow the artist. She knew how much Willow loved art, and if that meant she was the subject of that? Michelle would be her muse for all of eternity.

Willow’s soft lips were reaching up to Michelle’s sensitive core, wet kisses being planted right around it. She heard a whine from above her, Michelle squirming around.

“C'monnn, don’t tease me..”

Willow smacked her thigh hard, earning a yelp. A flash of guilt washed over her face as she reached out a hand to sooth her stinging leg, horrified at what she just did.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you, I’m so sorry, are you oka-”

“Do that again.”

Willow’s eyes widened in shock as she glanced up. She wasn’t expecting to be met with Michelle’s flushed face and eyes locked in on her like she was a meal. Her eyes were deadly serious, and very turned on.

Willow raised a brow. “You.. you like when I hit you?”

Michelle bit her lip, as if the realization just set in that she just requested for more pain. But she couldn't lie, she loved it.

“Yeah.. I-I like when you’re rough.”

Willow’s eyes widened. They stare at each other for 1 second, 2 seconds, 3. A beat passes before Willow's eyes darken, a faint smirk tugging on her lips.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm..”

Willow groaned, a pained look plastered on her face like she was the one who was just smacked. 

“Tell me no..”

Michelle didn’t answer. She didn’t object. She sat there, legs still spread and ready for Willow, her face still flushed and breathless. Willow couldn’t hold it back anymore. She wanted to be more gentle for their first time, but if Michelle was into roughness, then..

Slap.

Michelle let out a gasp of pain, an unexpected moan slipping past her lips before she could stop it. Willow smirked wider.

“Wow.. who knew you were this fucked up? You like pain.. that’s so fucking hot.” Willow let her palm hit her skin again, harder this time, leaving a clear red mark on Michelle’s inner thigh. She cried out, a mix of extreme pleasure and pain.

“Y-yes..” she said shakily, “I love when you hit me.”

“Shit.. you must have some good kinks, hm?”

Michelle blushed. She didn't say anything, but that was confirmation enough. Willow chuckled at the sight.

“We’ll talk more about that later. For now..” Smack! “Beg for me to eat you out.”

She whimpered, staring down at Willow with desperation and embarrassment. She swallowed heavily, letting a few seconds pass, before her voice came out in a shaky whisper.

“Please.. please eat me.” Michelle mumbled. 

Willow teasingly raised a brow, her lips twitching upward for only a second. “Sorry? I didn't hear you.”

Slap!

A sharp cry echoed throughout the living room. Tears fell from Michelle’s pretty puppy eyes, staring down at Willow. She looked so pretty like this, getting off on pain. On Willow giving her this pain.

“I’m sorry! Please fucking eat me, please.. I need you to lick my pussy, please, it hurts so bad, Willow.. I need you now.”

Willow whispered a small “fuck” under her breath before diving right into Michelle’s heat. And god was it better than Michelle ever could have imagined. Her tongue swirling around her clit, sucking it, biting at it not too hard, but just enough to make Michelle cry out. It felt so fucking good, Michelle couldn't believe any of this was real. She was what she’s wanted for so, so long, something Michelle never got, and it was more than she ever could have hoped for. Tears of pleasure, pain, and joy stream down her face even more, falling onto her black and purple spotted chest.

“Mm.. this feel good, baby?” She muttered as she circled her tongue around Michelle again, pulling back enough to speak and look up at her with those deceivingly pure eyes. Another slap stung at Michelle's sensitive inner thigh. She looked down, tears blurring her vision.

“Fuck yes! Please.. please, baby, keep going.. I need more..”

Willow moaned, the vibration of her soft voice rushing up Michelle’s sensitive pussy and pooling deep in her stomach. Michelle yelped as she felt something long and warm fill her, being thrusted in and out of her at a satisfying pace. 

“Oh my god..” Michelle rasped out, feeling like she was floating at this point.

It didn’t take long before she was filled with two fingers, curling up to hit that spot that made Michelle cry out each time. Willow couldn’t get enough at the sight of this girl– who was usually either grumpy or guarded or just generally anxious– falling apart so gracefully, unraveling for her to watch. It was the most fulfilled both of them have ever felt.

“I’m- I-I’m so fucking close, baby, shit..” Michelle was fucking her hips up into Willow’s mouth, her head lolled back and her eyes fluttered shut. The girl beneath her kept that consistent hard speed, waiting for Michelle to come to her high.

“Fuck!” 

Michelle’s hips bucked up so violently she could have sworn it broke Willow’s jaw, but she couldn't think about anything else except the white hot pleasure surging through her whole body. Her legs shook so hard you’d think there was an earthquake, her hands gripping at Willow’s hair impossibly tight. Willow groaned as she felt her cum into her mouth and around her fingers, lapping up the juices that squirted out of her and let them drip down her chin.

“W-Willow..” Michelle panted out, her whole body hot and sweaty and pounding from her pulse. She felt so fucking weak, like her body didn’t even exist. She was just one with the air around her right now.

When she looked down to the girl below her, wiping her slick lips mixed with Michelle's juices and her own spit using the back of her hand, Michelle’s eyes widened in horror. She could see that her face– her forehead, cheeks, lashes– were now wet, like she’d been sprayed on. Had she squirted on Willow without even realizing?

“Fuck.. fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

Willow giggled. “It’s okay, really.” She licked the two fingers that were just inside Michelle 30 seconds ago, tasting the last of her on her tongue. 

“I really liked that.”

Michelle sat there, frozen, face flushed with sex and embarrassment. Willow liked that? I mean, she hadn’t even asked permission to do so, but Willow was here reveling in it, getting every last bit of Michelle’s sweet taste. That only turned Michelle on more.

“I wanna make you feel good too, y’know..” Michelle bit her lip, looking down at Willow's ruined face.

Her eyes widened. “What? Baby, you don't have to..”

“I want to.” Michelle growled, somehow finding strength in her noodle arms to lift Willow onto her lap while she laid back. “I wanna fuck you.. feel this around me..” She reached a hand down to tease Willow’s entrance, a pathetic little whimper escaping her. 

“I wanna ruin you tonight.”

Willow gulped. 

“Please do, baby..”

The taller girl smirked, satisfied with the submissive look on Willow’s face. She pulled her hand away, making Willow whine, before gripping her hips aggressively, just like earlier. Hard enough to leave nail marks.

“Show me how bad you want it first.. ride my thigh, baby.”

The prospect made Willow blush a deep red. Michelle would just.. watch as she humped her leg like a dog in heat, watching Willow get off on nothing but her just laying there? It seemed embarrassing, but.. it sounded so good at the same time.

“O-okay.”

Her hips glided slowly as her bare pussy grinded onto Michelle’s thigh. She could feel herself dripping onto her leg, making a mess and slicking it with her own wetness. She felt bad that she was doing so.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so messy..”

Michelle shook her head, her hand resting gently on Willow’s lower back.

“No, baby, you’re doing so good for me. Keep going, use me to get off.”

Willow moaned loudly at the praise, only speeding her hips up more. She was unashamedly humping Michelle’s leg desperately, mouth agape and her eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy. Michelle wasn’t even really doing anything, and yet she still made Willow feel good. She felt the thigh beneath her bounce, making her yelp. Michelle smirked at the cute little reaction.

“That’s my girl.. you feeling good like this?”

Willow panted. “Yes! Fuck, yes, baby, t-thank you..”

The dark haired girl chuckled, bouncing her leg a bit harder this time. 

“Beg for me to touch you.. to finger your ruined pussy.”

Willow moaned, practically bouncing and shaking desperately on top of Michelle’s thigh. She wasn’t even thinking anymore, just consumed by pure need for release.

“Please! Please, please, please, finger me, fuck me good, need you s’bad.. so wet for youuu..” 

Michelle groaned, her leg kicking up into Willow again. She could hear her cry out.

“You’re gonna bend yourself over the coffee table and spread those legs for me. Can you do that angel?”

Willow moaned, nodding as she bit her lip.

“Y-yes.. I can..”

She reluctantly pried herself off of Michelle, looking down at the dripping mess all over her bare thigh. Willow blushed in embarrassment, but continued following the order she was given. She turned around to face the glass table, getting on her knees before it like a prayer and bending herself over onto it. Though her legs weren’t spread open, Michelle could so obviously see the mess dripping down her raw pink pussy. She looked so fucking delicious it physically hurt.

Michelle violently pulled Willow’s legs apart, leaving her on an obscene display. It was almost like those exhibits Willow would show her at the art museums she'd help tour, but instead of a lifeless statue or painting, it was Willow. Her Willow. She was the prettiest piece Michelle ever laid eyes on.

“Look at you, spread out for me.. you look like a slut.” 

The fingertip of her middle finger teased Willow's entrance, feeling it twitch and contract around nothing beneath her touch. Willow wiggled her ass needily and moaned.

“So fucking needy.” Michelle groaned.

Willow cried out, her voice whiny. “Please! Please, Michelle, I need to feel you inside me, need you to ruin me.. I’ll be your slut, your toy, anything you want.. just please touch me.”

Michelle groaned at her pathetic pleas. How could she say no to this beautiful princess on display for her, offering herself so generously?

She pushed her finger in, hearing Willow moan out at the entry. Michelle didn't move yet, just keeping the digit inside the tight heat. She wasn't sure if Willow was comfortable enough yet.

“Can I.. um-”

“Michelle, please fuck me now.. I-I can take it.”

The woman behind her growled lowly, finger still buried deep inside Willow. Her patience was lost completely as she began thrusting her finger in and out of the spread out girl with a merciless speed. Willow was squirming and moaning loudly, pelvis hitting the end of the table with each hard thrust of Michelle’s lengthy finger. One finger soon turned into two, stretching Willow out even more than before. She was sobbing at the roughness, tears dripping onto the table to join the pool of drool beneath. Willow was a fucking wreck.

Michelle groaned, curling her fingers into Willow's pleasure spot as she leaned over her back, whispering in her ear shakily.

“Yeah? You f-fuckin like when I ruin you like this? You're such a fucking mess right now, you mindless whore..”

Willow sobbed, nodding against the glass where her cheek was pressed against it.

“Yes! Michelle, love it- ahhh- need m-more- mmf.. Michelle!”

Her eyes were rolled back, white with ecstasy and the high of pleasure. Her pussy was slick against Michelle's fingers, the noises coming from it so incredibly filthy. Michelle didn't slow her pace at all, letting the sounds of wet thrusts and sinful sobs echo throughout the apartment. Their neighbors could suck it.

“Shit.. so good, take it.. take it, Willow..”

Michelle used her other free hand to play with Willow’s clit, rubbing it and pinching it to give her more. Willow couldn’t help it, the feeling was so fucking overwhelming and Michelle’s hands weren’t slowing and the white hot pleasure rushing up her body-

“Fuck!” Willow sobbed, bucking her hips back into Michelle’s fingers, her pussy clenching tight around her as confirmation that she came.

Stars filled Willow’s vision. She had never come this hard before. She was an utter mess, sobbing, drooling, and shaking like a maniac as her back arched up. Her high lasted for at least 30 seconds, tears running down her face as Michelle helped her ride it out.

The thrusts slowed inside of her. A gentle kiss was pressed against Willow’s sweaty shoulder blade. Actually, a bunch were trailing down her back, soft with care.

“That’s it.. you did so good for me, Willow. Good job..”

Willow whimpered, shivers wracking down her spine as she felt the softness of Michelle’s lips against her hot skin.

“Mm.. thank you baby.. felt so good..”

She felt the two fingers pull out of her, making Willow whine at the loss. Michelle sat back on the couch and  sucked her fingers clean, wanting to taste every bit of the pleasure she caused Willow. It was a slow suck, ending with a pop as she took her own fingers out of her mouth. Willow chuckled weakly as she looked back at her. 

“Oh my god.. you’re a freak.”

Michelle laughed, her eyes crinkling upward. “Yeah, well, so are you.

Willow pouted. “Hey, you can’t be talking, you like being spanked.”

Michelle's whole face flushed as she groaned, burying her face in her palms.

“Please don’t say it out loud.”

“What? It’s true.” Willow teased, crawling back up to the couch that was now, well, pretty damn soaked. But neither of them could bring themselves to care right now. They were tired and extremely happy.

They sat in silence there for a moment, cuddled on the couch and relishing in the afterglow of sex. Michelle lazily played with Willow’s very messy hair while also wiping the tears and spit from her face. Her makeup was basically nonexistent now, save for some runny mascara and smudged eyeliner.

“So..” Willow leaned into Michelle’s shoulder, biting at her lip anxiously. “Was this a one time thing, or..?”

Michelle snapped out of her exhaustion immediately. Her eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“What? No, no absolutely not.. u-unless you want it to be..”

Willow shook her head. “No, I don’t want it to be.”

A sigh of relief exited Michelle’s lungs, along with a small amused laugh. She pressed a small kiss to the other girl’s forehead, a small but sweet gesture after the exhausting sex they just had.

“Good.” Michelle smiled against her hair, her hands absentmindedly messing with the strands.

“So… are we, um..” Michelle started, still anxiously fiddling with Willow's hair.

Willow felt her heart skip a little hopeful beat.

“Are we..?”

“Well, you know.. we, uh, said I love you and stuff and-”

“Michelle fucking Wheeler, you cannot be serious right now.”

Michelle gasped, pulling back from Willow’s soft head with an offended look. All she got in return was a shit eating grin looking up at her, and dammit Michelle wishes she could be mad at that before she felt a small smile turning up the corners of her lips involuntarily.

“Hey! Look, sometimes, people say things in the heat of the moment and I just wanna make sure, y’know, that I read this right and-”

“Shut up, yes I love you, and yes I wanna date you, dumbass.” She chuckled, a light blush dusting her face once more. Michelle’s eyes softened, her eyes sparkling with affection for the girl in front of her.

“Really?” Michelle whispered, her face now just a breath away from Willow’s. 

“Yes. Really. I- I have wanted this for so fucking long Michelle, it’s crazy. I’m surprised you never noticed.”

Michelle laughed loudly, snorting somewhere in between that made Willow laugh along with her.

“Well, okay, I’ve wanted this too.. I was just scared you’d notice and, like, think I was totally weird or something.”

Willow frowned, her soft gentle hands reaching up to hold Michelle’s face in her palms, like she was holding the whole world in her hands. Her whole world.

“I would never.. I thought you’d think the same. We’re just two dumbasses.”

Michelle chuckled, shaking her head. “Dumbasses, yeah. We are.”

They looked into each other’s eyes for a second, letting this new reality settle between them. They’d spent so long in fear, in hiding these feelings, that they never realized how much happier they could have been if they just admitted it to each other. They could have had this instead of hiding behind some “best friends” label. They were gonna make sure they made up for all that lost time.

Michelle kissed Willow’s nose. “I love you. My.. my girlfriend.” She laughed, like she sounded surprised and relieved all the same as the title left her mouth. Willow smiled at the cheesy sentiment, returning one right back to her.

“My girlfriend. W-wow.. I love you too.”

They kissed softly, pressing all the unsaid moments they shared since they were kids. The times they wanted to confess at sleepovers, by the lake, on the field, in the back of a stoner guy’s pizza van. There’s been so many times this thought, this possibility has crossed both their lovesick minds. And now that they finally have this, they’ll never let it go.

“Crazy together?”

Willow hummed happily, a small teary smile gracing her face.

“Crazy together.”