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"Did I do that?" She asked sweetly, pressing another kiss to her clavicle then the side of her neck, letting her lips linger for a moment, breathing a soft mmm into her skin. "It doesn't sound like something I'd do." But she had been the reason and she knew it, she had been too caught up in holding her in a parking lot to rush home. It wasn't her fault that Zelda was so captivating no matter where they were. She could probably have the time of her life just grocery shopping with her. Another almost disturbing thought. If she made her life that much brighter... what would there be when she left? But she couldn't think like that. Not now, especially. Not when she was underneath her, giggling and pulling her dress off. Even if she knew it was going to end in disaster se wouldn't be strong enough to turn her down.

She hummed against her skin again, forcing the thoughts away once again, almost wishing she had another drink to shut them up but she wasn't going to pull away from this moment. She'd just have to deal with them. "You're beautiful," Veronica murmured. She could stare at her all day. She was artwork; a living, breathing, walking, talking, masterpiece. Looking at her just made it make sense. All the love songs, all the romantic poems, why people wrote love letters. She had never been in this deep before. It was about time she acknowledge it.

Arching against her touch, she tried not to lose her focus, leaving another trail of kisses across her neck, peppering them lower and lower, stopping at her breasts, a small gasp falling from her lips, warmth pooling in her stomach. "Fuck," she breathed, lifting her eyes to meet Zelda's, her voice soft as she replied, "I must be... my girlfriend told me so." She was going to say that word, think it, until she wore it out.

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Zelda gazed up at Veronica as the woman hovered over her. She analyzed every detail of her face. The shape of her nose, every freckle, how her eyes showed how she genuinely felt... Zelda was getting lost in her thoughts again and when she felt the light pinching of teeth on her skin she gasped. "Because...you've made me wait all night for this moment," she teased. Her hands went to Veronica's back, searching for the zipper on her dress and sliding it down when she found it. Veronica's question had Zelda laughing. "I don't know. Have you?" She batted her lashes and giggled again. "You're so goofy. I love it." She smirked at her as she slid the dress off Veronica's shoulders until it fell below her chest. Her eyes slowly fell to her chest and Zelda could feel her body growing warmer from the sight alone. "You're beautiful," she breathed out. "Every part of you is, inside and out."

Her hands ran down the sides of Veronica's body until they rested on her hips. She leaned in to kiss her neck softly a few times, but as she continued on her kisses grew feverish and teeth began to nip at skin. She pulled her girlfriend closer to her as she left little love marks as a reminder. "You're intoxicating," she said before her lips began to kiss lower. "And I'm addicted to this. To you." One of her hands trailed back between Veronica's legs, fingers lightly tugging at the fabric of her panties. A thought went through Zelda's mind. I can't ever lose this. I can't lose her. Her hand pulled the fabric away so her hand could pleasure Veronica. Soft fingertips rubbed circles against her clit again and Zelda felt herself growing wet. Her other hand reached back up to grab one of Veronica's breasts, squeezing lightly as her thumb rubbed circles against her nipple. Sex with Veronica had always been hot and heated, but this felt so much...more. There was more emotion and passion behind their actions and Zelda found herself getting carried away as her fingertips circled Veronica's clit faster. Her eyes found her girlfriend's again and she smiled up at her. "You're so special, V. Don't ever forget that."

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She caught the change in Zelda's voice the moment she noticed that something was off, the way the sentence ended abruptly, unfinished, and Veronica felt her cheeks flame. She didn't cry in front of people. Not often. Sometimes angry tears, but that was different. This was different. She pressed her lips together, a burst of panic setting fire to her chest, trying to find a way to deny it, to pretend that she hadn't been on the verge of an emotional breakdown, but she couldn't. And she didn't want to. She didn't want to lie to Zelda. But how could she possibly explain something she didn't understand herself?

The way she said baby was enough to make the fire spread all over, a comforting warmth, a reminder that she was safe. That she didn't have to worry about the other woman judging her, disliking her, changing her mind. Which was scary in itself, but at the moment felt like a relief. "I'm okay," she promised, offering no explanation, she didn't know where to start. She reached out to tuck hair behind the other woman's ear, offering her a warm smile, a genuine one. "This is perfect." Any moment with her had been perfect. Any moment with her would continue to be perfect.

"Is that a threat?" Veronica joked, it felt more like a promise. She could hardly imagine why being stuck with Zelda would be a bad thing. It sounded like heaven, as close as she would ever get. She let her pull her to the room, her emotions settling themself on the way. She could stress about this later. For right now all she wanted to pay attention to was Zelda. Hovering over her now, she leaned down, nipped at her collarbone, teeth gently raking against her soft skin. "Why am I in trouble?" She questioned, laughing before she could even get the words out, her emotions doing a complete 180, giddy again, elated, feeling dorky as she asked, "have I been a bad girl?"

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You know me so well. The words made her wonder just how well she'd let Veronica know her. She hid her secrets deep within her, fearing the day karma came and bit her in the ass. She couldn't think of what felt inevitable but Zelda would do everything in her power to prevent. There was no hurting Veronica. It wasn't a part of the plan. Well, there had never been a plan to begin with but the two were both way deeper in than they knew. Zelda had dove headfirst into her girlfriend's life, making herself a permanent part of it without even trying. She had to stop letting the thoughts brought her guilt back to her mind. She was so focused on the woman in front of her. The woman she had up against the wall and whose dress her hand was under. The woman that she could finally call her own. Finally, like it had been a thought on Zelda's mind prior. It had. It had burned holes into her skull and through her mind with a desire stronger than she had ever felt. She wanted Veronica to herself for far longer than she cared to admit to anyone or herself.

She hadn't noticed Veronica's tears. She should have, but she was lost in her thoughts and in the moment all at once. Delicate fingers still rubbed in slow circles against her and she let out a light, breathy laugh. "I do." Her already flushed cheeks burned brighter and she felt a wave of heat wash over her. "I know you're not st--" She froze. All movement and words ceased as her intuition kicked in. It wasn't Veronica's tone or the tears Zelda failed to notice her girlfriend fight back. She just knew. Zelda looked up at Veronica, locking eyes with her. The words she spoke reassured Zelda because she could practically taste the lust seeping from Veronica's aura. Still, something was...different. Not necessarily wrong, but different.

Her free hand went to rest on Veronica's cheek as she analyzed her eyes for something that would indicate this wasn't what she wanted. That Zelda wasn't what she wanted. It wasn't there though. Zelda was left with nothing but adoration from the other. "Baby, why...why were you going to cry. What's the matter? Are you okay? Is this okay?" Her panic began to kick in but she gazed lovingly at the other. She couldn't find a reason for why she would suddenly reject her now nor would the stars give her one. Veronica mirrored everything Zelda felt and she felt a smile creeping back to her face.

"I see." For the first time in a long time she felt some clarity. "It's okay, you know. To cry in front of me." She leaned her forehead against hers. "Showing your emotions is so sexy," she said playfully. "You are so sexy. And I need you to know that there's no going back, because you're stuck with me." The buzz of the alcohol was long gone and she only had herself to blame if she was making a fool of herself. The hand that was in Veronica's panties was now grabbing her hand. Zelda pressed a gentle kiss to the woman's lips. "I think we've established that though." She smiled brightly at her but the smile quickly turned into a smirk. "C'mon," she tugged at her hand and took a few steps backwards, towards the direction of Veronica's room. A room she had memorized in her mind for so long and would never lose her way to. "Show me how interested you are in this," she said as she walked backwards with Veronica's hands in her own. "And let me," she continued to say as she approached the bed, backwards, and pulled Veronica down on her, "show you just how much trouble you're getting yourself into with me."

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"You know me so well," Veronica joked, though there was truth in it, and it made her wonder... when had it happened? When did she let her get so close, see parts of her only two other people had? When did the trust seep in? When had it gone to friends to more? When did it become real to her, to both of them? Certainly before they admitted it to themselves and to each other. There was no way to find the tipping point. There was no moment that made her look at the other woman, stop in her tracks and think I can't lose her. It was just there, in the hollow of her chest, like it always had been. Like it was meant to be. Her throat felt thick with emotion, and she had to swallow hard, tears pricking her eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with her own feelings. Not the anger that she usually felt, but love. Just love.

She shook her head, shaking hair out of her face, giving herself a moment to blink the moisture back and hope Zelda didn't notice. She might have been a crier, but Dusk was not, and she didn't even know how to explain it. She didn't want to. "It is always the case," she smiled, a watery smile, and she couldn't focus on the emotion anymore because there was something else distracting her. Lust. Desire. Thankfully. She knew how to handle those. "D-do you?" She asked, her eyelids fluttering shut, getting lost of the warmth of her hand against her skin, slipping beneath her underwear, the speed of her touch just enough to make her want more. She had to collect herself, to find words to go along with her nod, brown eyes opening to try to catch a glimpse of her girlfriend's pretty face. "I'm not stupid, Zelda," she teased, a breathless laugh, her palms resting on Zelda's hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I'm more interested in that... than I've been in... anything else in a long time."

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Her agreement, her promise almost made Zelda's legs give out on her completely. The sweet tone of Veronica's voice let Zelda know her words were true. A promise. She didn't have to communicate it, Zelda knew. "I thought you'd like them," she tried to play off coyly as if she wasn't just about to melt into a puddle moments prior. When Veronica nipped at Zelda's neck she let out a soft gasp. It was like Veronica knew exactly where and what made Zelda tick. Certainly she did by now. "Mmm..." she let out. The sound was almost like a whine, an indication for more.

Her cheeks grew warm again. "I don't think that's always quite the case, but I'll accept the compliment for tonight." Zelda's hand continued to move between Veronica's legs as she felt the other moving against her hand. The hand trailing down her bare back had both electricity and a shiver going up and down her spine. The moment was perfect, what they had was perfect, everything was perfect that night. Nothing could ruin the high Zelda was on. "I think..." she trailed off as her hand slipped further up her dress to find the lining of her panties. "I think I really want to fuck you right now." She leaned in until her lips here pressing hungry kisses along her neck. She kissed further down, towards her shoulder, and left small bite marks along the way. The hand beneath her dress slipped inside of her panties and began to rub in slow, circular motions against her clit. She wanted to feel Veronica shaking from her touch, to make her moan and want more. Her lips kissed back up Veronica's neck, until she was near her ear. "If that's something you'd be interested in, that is."

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As long as her lips were on Zelda's, as long as their hands were exploring each other, she didn't have to think. As long as Veronica didn't have to think about it, as long as she wasn't left alone to get in her head, to resort back to lifelong fears, this was fine. This would all be fine. She totally wouldn't fuck it up. She totally wouldn't get her heart shattered. That totally wasn't the only option; getting hurt, or hurting Zelda. It didn't have to end in disaster, even though everything else had, every other time she had tried tears had been shed. All of the thoughts trying to infiltrate her mind were pushed out with ease once they were kissing again. She didn't have to think about anything else except the way she felt, the way she smelled, the way she tasted, her girlfriend. It would all be fine, as long as this night never ended.

"You have me," she agreed, her tone soft, the words rolling off of her tongue candy sweet. It was a good thing. It felt like it at the moment, anyway. Not a threat, not a warning, but a promise. Maybe she would simply never come to her senses. Maybe she could live in this bubble of warmth. Maybe if Veronica didn't dwell on getting left behind or leaving someone, it would never come to that. Maybe this could be the future. Making out against the wall, Zelda stealing her covers every single night. It was something she'd only just began to let herself imagine and suddenly it was so hard to imagine things going any other way. Her buzz was depleting, so she couldn't blame the mushiness on the alcohol... but she was buzzed on Zelda. Her girlfriend.

She tried to hum coyly, ready to make a comment about how she always kept her promises, but what came out instead was a small gasp when her touch moved lower. "I think I like your ideas," she murmured, leaning forward to nip at the other woman's neck, pull the soft skin into her lips, not hard enough to leave a mark but she would. She happily would, if she was asked. "You're far too pretty to embarrass yourself." Moving against Zelda's hand, one of her own trailed down her back, tracing a line down her spine, the other resting on her hip. "I don't think that's bad... I think that's perfect."

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The moment Zelda had stepped into Veronica's-- her girlfriend's place her goosebumps were already beginning to recede from the warmth taming her shivers. Warmth that was so welcoming and comfortable now it was scary. Comfort was not something Zelda was well acquainted with. She found comfort in her discomfort from the burdens she carried. Burdens she couldn't tell Veronica. Not yet. The moment the woman spoke Zelda's knees grew weak. Maybe that was still a bit from the alcohol, but the sound of her voice echoing against walls of the currently quiet residence had Zelda's goosebumps fighting to stay. It was more than her tone. It was the way Veronica genuinely wanted to listen to Zelda and that meant more than any idea she had. "Perhaps...I should show you instead," she said breathlessly.

Veronica's hands felt warm against her cheeks. Zelda's eyes instantly locked with the other's. Eyes she could see herself getting lost in for, well...forever. Another scary thought that Zelda pushed away before kissing her girlfriend. "Mmm..." she hummed against her lips before pulling away. "Come closer." Zelda grabbed Veronica by the waist, hands momentarily settled on her hips. Her eyes darted back up to hers and a devilish smirk crossed her features. She couldn't hold herself back anymore. She wanted to memorize every detail and habit about Veronica. Zelda knew her damn well but the two would always be learning about each other as they grew.

Her mind didn't leave reality long before Veronica was the one up against the wall. Lips were back on hers and Zelda was ravenous. She could already feel the flush returning to her cheeks full force as she reached to unzip her scantily dress. "I want you so bad. I need you. I...have you." The words came out before Zelda realized but they rang true. Not pondering on it, she let her dress fall to the floor and kicked it aside before pressing herself against Veronica. "I'm already warming up. I knew you'd keep your promise." She batted her eyelashes at her with a coy smile on her lips. "But...I know your bed is warmer." She leaned closer to Veronica's ear, hand trailing down to between her thighs. "That's not going to stop me from wanting to ravage you right here though." She pulled back enough so her eyes could flicker towards the other's. "I told you I had ideas." The hand between Veronica's thighs begins to move, rubbing against fabric. "I could go on and on but I don't want to embarrass myself," she said with a soft giggle. "I just want want to be as close to you as possible in any shape and form. Is that so bad?"

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It took all of Veronica's power to even take her hands off of the woman to pull her phone out, to snag a ride home. She certainly wasn't driving, and she wasn't letting go of Zelda's hand the whole ride if it was up to her. Her words echoed around her mind the whole short trip back to her place. And you're mine. Usually such a statement brought her dread. Anxiety. But it felt energizing now. Promising. Dangerous, in a different sort of way. It took even more self control to not pin her to a wall and smother her in kisses once they'd gotten back to her place, but she managed to flip the light switch on before she stumbled back to her girlfriend, her girlfriend, fuck, taking her face in her hands. "Okay," she breathed, "tell me all your ideas."

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The gentle tease was both funny and endearing, and it caused a small laugh to come from Zelda's mouth. "We can be strange together," she said looking into her eyes adoringly. Zelda couldn't help herself. She was as attached as a lovesick puppy was with its owner. Then Veronica said two words that Zelda swore made her heart stop for a moment. My girl. She was her girl just as much as Veronica was hers. "And you're mine," she told her. There were goosebumps covering every inch of her exposed skin and she wasn't sure if that was from all the emotions she was feeling or just the cold. Maybe both. Zelda's arms reached up around Veronica's neck and she pulled herself close to the other. A shiver ran up her spine then through her shoulders and arms. She batted her eyelashes at Veronica before speaking. "I'm cold. Won't you take me home with you and warm me up?" She leaned down towards her ear and said softly, "I have a few ideas on how we could heat things up."

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For a moment she worried she'd said something wrong, seeing the tears that welled up, but she was smiling, still. Veronica didn't cry that often, usually only tears of anger or frustration, though a lot of that had to do with bottling up her emotions. Like she had tried to bottle up how she felt about Zelda, tried to pretend that she didn't, but she much preferred this to pretending. Being able to touch her, hold her, kiss her, call her hers. It had been so long since she had wanted to call anyone hers. Even then, she didn't think she had ever felt it this strongly.

"Are you? I hadn't noticed," Dusk teased, voice gentle, not sarcastic but adoring, brushing the moisture from her cheek with the pad of her thumb. "If you're strange, I'm strange." It was strange, only in a sense that she never felt like someone cared that deeply about her. With Zelda, she could see it on her face, in her eyes, that she was being honest. She could hear it in her voice that she meant the words she said, and while that was horrifying in a way, it was also gratifying. Veronica knew she had a long list of flaws but it made her want to do better, be better. "As long as they're happy tears, or I'll have to start a riot for whoever made my girl cry." Even if it was herself.

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You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. The words rang loud in Zelda's ears. For a few moments she just stared up at her girlfriend-- the word still feeling both strange and comforting to think or say aloud. After those moments passed a few tears began to trickle down her flushed cheeks. A mixture from the alcohol and the compliment. Then more tears came as they began to stream down. Zelda remained silent as she smiled bright at Veronica. Her heart pounded hard against her chest. Zelda had received compliments before, sure, and they usually made her flustered. Hearing the words come from Veronica's lips made her feel lucky. She was already so attached and down bad for this woman that it was too late to turn back. Zelda brought a hand to Veronica's cheek before she spoke.

"I've never met another soul that I feel so connected to," she said just above a whisper. "And...I'm sensitive." She let out a brief, almost humorless laugh. "You'll learn this in time. I just...I cry easily at a lot of things and...I don't know I just am really happy right now." She pressed her forehead against Veronica's, her hand never moving and smile not faltering. "Is that strange?" she asked. "To feel this way? To feel like I'd give anything for you? Because I would. I will."

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Veronica was rough around the edges, sharp and jagged, but there was a softness in there that was unlocked with the right people. Her dad, at times, growing up, knowing that he needed her and he missed her mother too. Her girls. Peart, the annoying little cat that wormed his way into her life. And now Zelda. Very few got to see the mushy, affectionate side, very few she was willing to show it to, and it made her feel a little shy to know that she couldn't take it back once she sobered up. But she trusted Zelda. In a way that was dangerous, a way that could blow up in her face and she was being so stupid, this tiny voice in the back of her mind tried to warn her, but she shut it down, letting herself get lost in the foggy feeling of the shots she'd taken and the warmth of the other woman's lips against her own.

"Can we?" She questioned, the chill in the air seeming like the least important thing, as much as she wanted to leave with Zelda... that meant leaving. That meant breaking away from her. "I say..." She leaned in to meet her lips again, but she was too slow, Zelda kissing her neck instead. "I say," she said again, softly, pulling back to stare at her like it was the first time she'd ever seen her, struck with a realization she'd known all along, "you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

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Hearing how easily Veronica gave in to Zelda's requests had her heart skipping more than just a beat. She could have melted right then and there as Veronica let herself be pulled by her. Her smile couldn't have gotten wider and she let out a few soft giggles. Not because anything was funny, but because she felt purely blissful. Zelda wasn't going to rebuke her offer either. She wanted nothing more than to be raveled up in Veronica's bed, feeling only her familiar touch on her body. "I do know that," she said with another giggle-- maybe a side effect of both the alcohol and her emotions. "I know you." Zelda looked at Veronica a little longer, taking in every detail on her face and admiring her. She leaned in to kiss her again, letting her lips linger for a few extra moments. "Okay, now we can go."

Zelda didn't care how they got to Veronica's or how long long it took, but she knew her feet were aching by the time they arrived. She likely wouldn't remember how she got to Veronica's by morning. She didn't care how long it had taken them or how late it was now, because every second they spent together was precious to Zelda. Heels were off the moment they got into Veronica's place and lips were back on her girlfriend's. Zelda's arms wrapped around the other's neck, holding onto her tightly. Her lips barely parted from Veronica's when she spoke next. "If you wanted to cash in that offer now...I wouldn't oppose. There's no time like the present and we have nothing but time now." Her lips moved to Veronica's neck, beneath her ear to press a gentle kiss. "What do you say?"

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"It's not stealing if you have permission," she murmured, she could not imagine a moment that Zelda reached out and she wouldn't respond... wouldn't drop everything to spend time with her. She could never let a relationship interfere with her friendship with the girls but she thought she would get along well with Thorn and Luna, even though the thought of introducing her as her girlfriend left her feeling slightly panicked. She almost didn't want people to find out. Not out of shame or anything like that, she would be beyond proud to show Zelda off, but when more people were involved... when the bubble burst and it wasn't just them alone in the world... when it became more real... wasn't that where the problems came in?

That was a tomorrow problem though, or maybe a next week problem. A sober Veronica problem, because right now, all she wanted to focus on was the hand on hers. It was disgusting how giddy she felt right now, and if Veronica was watching herself in some sort of romcom or music video she'd be rolling her eyes and pretending to gag... but then again, looking at Zelda, how could she even blame herself? "Yes ma'am," she smiled back but made little effort to move, only stepping once she was pulled, her eyes still focused on the other woman's face. "There is nothing to make up... but you know I won't turn an offer like that down."

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Veronica had given into her so easily that it scared Zelda. She thought she was putty in Veronica's hands but maybe it was a two way street. Still, she gazed into the other woman's eyes, a warm smile finding itself on her face. "I'm going to steal you all the time then. Maybe it's selfish, but...I would spend every second of every day with you if I could." A gentle hand reached out to cup Veronica's cheek, her smile never faltering. "I promise. I'm going to be there for so many mornings that you're going to get sick of me."

The thought of lying next to Veronica for countless nights and being the first person one another sees in the morning brought butterflies to her stomach. It had taken Zelda long enough to realize that the feeling she so often had felt around Veronica were butterflies in her stomach. Instead of the anxiety they once brought Zelda welcomed them, knowing they were a sign she could be happy with Veronica. Zelda took a small step back and dropped her arm to grab her hand, tugging on it gently. She was eager to go back to Ver-- her girlfriend's place and spend the rest of the night together like they have so many times before. "C'moooon," she dragged out the word as she took a few more steps back, pulling Veronica with her. "We've wasted enough time without each other. Now we have all the time in the world to make up for it." She locked eyes with the other woman again for a brief moment before batting her eyelashes and feigning an innocent smile. "I promise I'll start making it up to you when we get there."

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It was strange to be told she was wanted; it wasn't the first time, but she had trouble believing it. Other than her two best friends it was hard for Dusk to believe that anyone truly cared to put up with her, that they wouldn't get sick of her, tired of her antics... that they only thought that way because they had yet to see her flaws. She was sure Zelda had seen some of them, at least, and she was still standing here, asking her to be her girlfriend. Saying she couldn't stop thinking about her either. It brought a warmth to her chest that even the alcohol couldn't match.

You're mine and I'm not going anywhere. She didn't think her heartrate could quicken anymore but the words made her pulse spark, heat rising to her face. "I'm yours," she repeated in agreement, shocked at how easy it was for her to say. To offer herself, all of her, up on a platter. To relinquish control, to give someone else the opportunity to do with that information whatever they wanted. But it felt right. And while that was a scary thought, it didn't worry her in the moment. All she wanted was for it to be true, so desperately that she had to believe it.

"You can steal anything you want." She laughed softly, her eyes searching the other woman's face, eager to be back at her place with her, but not eager to pull away enough to get there. "Only if you promise not to leave before I wake up," she teased, though Veronica knew if she told her to her face right there that she would, even if she said she lied about it all, she would still invite her back to her place... and not for anything to happen, just to spend another night lying next to her would be worth it.

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"I've never meant anything more in my entire life," she whispered back. Her words were as genuine as her expression and as wonderful as Zelda felt this entire situation was terrifying. She wasn't going to worry herself over what ifs in that moment, she'd already done that plenty before. She had promised Veronica and every word after that had been one too. Zelda wanted to laugh with her when she asked if she would regret this. Not because it was funny but it was laughable that she would ever regret this. There wasn't a chance in any universe or timeline possible that Zelda would ever regret Veronica. No matter how little or how much of her she had she would never regret her. Hurting her? That was an entire different path that Zelda didn't plan on taking. She didn't want to despite how there was something in the back of her mind telling her it was inevitable. The only thing she regretted now was acting like an idiot and not letting her feelings flow free. If she had from the start...they could have avoided the mess that led up to this and had more time together.

Before Zelda could answer either of Veronica's questions her lips were back on hers. Her arms tightened around her neck and if it was possible she pushed herself closer to the other woman. Eyes shut and Zelda's world completely flipped in that moment. She didn't ever want to be apart from the woman she was kissing and desperately holding onto. She was far too attached already and it frightened her. It was also a new sensation though and Zelda knew if she was going to show Veronica she cared she would have to start with pushing past some of her insecurities. That meant she had to be honest with her, and herself.

Zelda only pulled away when she had to gasp for breath. She briefly let herself breath heavily before her lips were back on Veronica's. Her lips didn't stay there as they travelled to leave soft kisses on jawline and neck. Soft reminders that she was there and wasn't going anywhere ever. Zelda finally rested her chin on the other's shoulder and let herself breathe properly. She really would give her last breath for this woman. "To answer your question...I would never forget this moment. It's ingrained in my brain now. There's no going back. You are the last thing I would ever regret in this world. I already told you...you're mine and I'm not going anywhere."

Zelda pulled away a few inches to gaze longingly at her with a lazy smile on her face. The frustration and tears were gone, smudges of black makeup the only reminder that they were once there. Zelda knew the alcohol had fueled her emotions when she was upset and even now when all she wanted was to crawl into bed with Veronica, and to see where the rest of the night led them together. "I'm cold," she whispered. The goosebumps on her skin were accompanied by a shiver. "But your bed is warm and you let me steal the blankets." Her arms moved from around Veronica's neck to place her hands on her cheeks, thumbs lightly rubbing along her cheekbones. "And...we're drunk." She let out a small giggle. "Maybe that's not a bad thing anymore..." A smirk crossed her face just long enough to be noticeable. Zelda kissed Veronica again, letting her arms drop down to wrap around her waist this time. She pulled her tight against her, pressing against Veronica as she kissed her. When she pulled away she leaned close to her ear. "Can we go back to your place? Please?" she asked in a soft tone, the last word said soft enough to almost be considered a whine.

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She knew that when she sobered up, Veronica would panic over this, over the whole conversation, over the idea that she could hold Zelda's heart in her hands... hands that were not soft but calloused, hands that broke things, never put them back together. She also knew that she was capable of doing better. It was fear-driven, the thought that if her own mother didn't want her, if the woman that gave her life could walk away from it, why would anyone stay? It had never been worth it, to be the one to get left again. She had swore she'd never let anyone hurt her like that again. She would never trust someone, let them in enough to give them the chance.

But if the option was to get hurt by Zelda or hurt her, she couldn't help but feel like she would choose to get hurt every time.

Everything was spinning. Her head, the world around them. Veronica wasn't sure if it was the shots she'd downed catching up to her or if she was just feeling lightheaded by the realizations she was being forced to face, the thought that the other woman felt the same way as she'd been lying to herself about. She had never longed for normalcy the way she did with Zelda. She had never wanted to... settle. She hated not having change, it felt boring, it felt suffocating. But the idea of having to stay in one spot somehow didn't seem as bad if she imagined being there with Zelda.

She said you're mine, and she didn't want to fight it. She didn't want to point out that one day she may change her mind, she didn't want to lay out all of the things that made her unworthy. She wanted to be hers. She hadn't been lying when she said she hadn't wanted anything more. Being with Zelda felt like... music. She brought her the same safe feeling in her chest that playing drums did. She brought her the same sense of familiarly her bandmates did. And she brought her a comfort like she had never felt before. Like maybe everything was actually okay.

She would never claim to be great with words, there was a reason she wasn't the songwriter for The Hex Girls, but she was completely speechless now. Her eyes closed the moment their lips met, feeling every inch of her skin spark by the touch, electricity running through her veins. She would never want to give this up. She would never truly want to run from this. They were pulling apart too soon, but as she continued to speak it seemed to have the same effect, stealing the oxygen from her lungs. You're stuck with me. I'm never going to leave your side again.

"I hope you mean it," she whispered, her eyes searching her face, desperate to find a crack in it, proof that she couldn't stay. But she looked so genuine that she couldn't doubt that she meant it. And maybe she would change her mind. But maybe it didn't even mater if she couldn't keep her forever, as long as she got to have her at all. "Are you going to regret this in the morning?" She asked, a soft laugh falling from her lips, wondering if this was happening as quickly as it felt or if her impaired self was losing all track of time. "Are you even going to remember this in the morning?" But she didn't give her time to answer, pulling her lips back into her own, wishing with everything she had that she could just live in this moment.

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Veronica's touch was all it took for Zelda's tears to slowly dissipate. The way she touched her face and wiped away her tears was enough to get the start of a smile out of her. Zelda was down bad. There was no going back on her words and she never would. She stood by what she said. She had meant every word. She promised. "Let me," she all but begged Veronica as her eyes looked into hers. "Let me fall and be the one to catch me. Let me exist with you. Let us exist." Zelda was almost glad she was drunk because doing this sober may have been harder. It didn't matter, drunk or not Zelda was completely Veronica's in every way and any way she wanted her to be. "We can do more than exist. We can live." Zelda let her impulses take over and wrapped her arms around the others neck, holding Veronica close to her. She closed her eyes for a few moments, taking a slow breath, and inhaling the all too familiar scent of Veronica's perfume.

Zelda held her and didn't let go. She couldn't. Not yet, maybe not ever. "I want to spend nights with you and wake up next to for as many tomorrows that exist." She pulled away enough to be able to look at her from a close distance but kept her arms around her neck "I am being selfish but I want every part of you. I don't care how bad or awful you think some of the parts are because I see you for who you are. You're...mine. And I wouldn't want anything else but you." Her forehead went to rest on Veronica's and one of her hands came to rest on her cheek. "I will take every part of you and let it devour me." Zelda was at Veronica's beck and call. She would drop to her knees in an instant if that's what Veronica desired. Anything Veronica wanted Zelda wanted to give her and more.

There was one thing-- a word that Zelda had been avoiding. It was in the back of her mind. It had been and she pushed it away for far too long, and was ready to let it break free. "I'm sorry I disappeared. I thought it was what would be best for both of us...but that's not only my decision to decide." She pulled away from her, arms loosely draped around her neck now. "I'm never going to go anywhere again if I know it's not with you. I want you wholeheartedly and...I have already been yours for longer than you know." The pace of her heart began to pick up the more she spoke. "I just...I want..." Her brows furrowed together and her flushed cheeks burned brighter. "I want you. I'll scream it if you want me to. I want you and me to-- and I-- I mean..."

She let herself trail off and let the desire eating her insides away take over and kissed Veronica. Her lips were ambrosia and Zelda had been in withdrawal of it. Both of her hands cupped the woman's face and her eyes shut. She had missed the way Veronica's lips felt against hers, the way she tasted. Even through the alcohol on their tongues Zelda could still taste her. When she finally pulled away to catch her breath, Zelda let her eyes flicker open and look up at Veronica. A warm smile settled on her face at the sight of her. They both had to look a mess, drunk and crying with makeup running down cheeks. Zelda didn't care because as long as she was with Veronica nothing else would matter.

She had always wanted to be something more than who she was. She wanted a better purpose, a bigger one. She realized now that her purpose might be Veronica. "I want to..." A lump had formed in her throat. She kept trying to tell her what she wanted. Why couldn't she just say it? "I don't care that I'm drunk or you're drunk. We both know how we feel. We know how we feel for each other." Zelda pressed herself against Veronica as she gazed up at her. "We belong together. I've never been more sure about anything in my life. You mean something to me in a way I've never felt before. It scares me, but it also brings me peace. Do you understand what I'm saying? It's not just Veronica or Zelda, anymore. It's Veronica and Zelda. It's you and I until the very end. You're stuck with me now because I am never going to leave your side again." Eyes begged Veronica to understand. To know what Zelda was saying. "I just...I'm trying to say what I've wanted all along was to be your girlfriend. We've spent more nights together than you know where I wanted that so bad. I was too scared, selfish, and foolish to admit it. I'm sorry. I care about you so much, V. I've never cared this much for anyone." She leans closer, letting her forehead rest on Veronica's again but also letting her lips leave a light kiss on her lips. "Let me care about you, baby. Let me hold you and kiss you and just...be with you."

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"No," she interrupted, more upset at Zelda insulting herself than she would have if she had agreed with Veronica. Because it wasn't true, and she shouldn't see herself that way. She was, as far as Veronica was concerned, one of the best people she'd ever met. And she had met a lot of people from all the touring. She was cool, she was kind, empathetic, she had a soul that was so beautiful it radiated light and warmth, even when she felt and thought the worst about herself. She wanted to tell her all of that, wanted to list every single reason she appreciated her and every single reason she should love herself but she couldn't find the words, growing more frustrated by how much she'd drank. It was a good thing their paths crossed now and not in half an hour and several drinks later or she would be way too far gone.

It wasn't easy for someone to talk Veronica down when the rage struck. She had lost count long ago of the amount of fights she had gotten into, the amount of people she had pissed off or hurt the feelings of when they were only trying to help. Her anger was a hurricane and it wasn't a good thing, it wasn't something she embraced about herself, it wasn't the way that she wanted to be. Only Thorn and Luna knew how to calm her wildest storms, but the moment Zelda spoke again, the promise leaving her lips, all of the anger started to disperse, to shatter into the pieces of sadness that had building instead. "You're right," she said after a moment, inhaling shakily, blinking the moisture out of her own eyes. It wasn't fair to either of them, and she didn't want to do this, not with Zelda. Not to Zelda.

She already knew that she was putty in her hands but the touch was only confirmation, and Veronica knew then that it didn't matter how long had gone by, it didn't matter if a year passed and Zelda had blocked her on everything. If she showed up wanting Dusk to be part of her life again she would be. There was something about her that she couldn't let go, something that felt like a warning, the knowledge that while she had been hurt by other people, too, and had trouble leaving them behind, she had been able to get over all of them much easier than she would ever be able to get over the woman in front of her. There was a voice in the back of her mind telling her that it wouldn't happen, that she would never be able to move on.

She didn't say another word, didn't acknowledge anything Zelda said out loud, letting her lead her through the people and outside, the cool air stinging as it hit her eyes but it was nice, grounding in a way. A little sobering, but not enough to make up of the intoxication of everything Zelda was laying on her. It was exactly what she didn't want her to say, didn't want to hear, didn't want to know. But it wasn't fear that spiked her adrenaline, it was something else; instead of wanting to turn and run from all of it, she felt the undying urge to jump in face first instead.

"I get it," she spoke softly, seeing the tears in Zelda's eyes bringing a lump to her throat. She wanted to comfort her, to make it better, even though she knew this was a bad idea. She knew she should walk away, let it go. She knew that despite what the other woman thought, she would be better off without Veronica. She knew that they were both setting themselves up to get destroyed. She knew that love was a dangerous word when it came to her and she knew that she couldn't hold onto anything good. But she was like a magnet and she couldn't ignore the pull. Lifting her hand, she only realized it was shaking as she reached to pull Zelda's face closer to hers. Her thumb swiping at the tears falling down her face, smudging makeup in a line across her cheek. "I shouldn't let you," she spoke quietly, another ragged breath filling her lungs. "I shouldn't... want you to. But I... I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than to just... exist with you."

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There it was. As she had dropped Zelda's hand she knew in that moment she was hurting the other woman. That was the one thing she had tried to avoid all along and she still managed to fuck up and ruin things. Her hand felt cold, baren, as she let it drop back to her side. For the few moments they were close enough for Zelda to reach for her lips Zelda couldn't look away from her. Her eyes had been welling up with tears then and were flooding over and down her cheeks as Veronica's voice rose. She was angry, and she had every right to be. Zelda felt a guilt like none other but Veronica was wrong. She was so so wrong.

"Don't you see, V?" she asked with pleading eyes. "You are so much more than I will ever be and I wish you realized how amazing you really are. You're so much more than you see yourself. What am I? A maid that's miserable and stuck in this fucking town and hates her job." Zelda may have failed to mention the whole 'witch' part but that was probably best left a sober conversation. One she knew that if this ever happened, if through this heartbreak Zelda was feeling now and guilt and pain...if they made it out together she would have to tell her. Not tonight though. Not here.

"I'm not lying to you," she told her shakily. "I promise." She meant it. Zelda had only spoke what she truly believed. She glanced around them then set the rest of her drink on the bar. "Can we please just...can we go outside? There's so many people and it's loud and--" Her lip quivered and she bit down hard on it. "It's cold." Cold in so many ways. Yes, the late autumn chill was present as winter was on its way but Zelda felt cold without Veronica. Her touch alone ignited a flame within her. "We can...sit in my car if you want." She glanced over at the nearly finished drink on the bar. She hadn't realized how fast she drank it. She knew she shouldn't drive home. She hadn't planned on going home at all and was going to ditch her car for the night but now she'd have to find an alternate way. "We can't do this here, V. That's not fair to either of us."

Zelda took a hesitant step closer to her. Her trembling hand reached out to grab Veronica's again, holding on tightly as she squeezed. Her eyes finally settled on hers and Zelda's quivering lip was quickly becoming a sob. "Please, Veronica," Zelda pleaded. "I'm not lying to you. I never would. I couldn't. I'm sorry. I want nothing more than you. I lied to myself about it for so long. I-- You're right. It's not fair if I don't give you the chance and all I want is to give you that. I want to give you a chance so bad and I'm so scared, but I'd rather know happiness with you for just a moment than never at all." Her tears weren't halting and she wanted Veronica's touch for comfort. More than just holding onto her hand. She wanted to be in her arms and to feel her lips against her own. Zelda wanted to stay the night for as long as there were nights and never let go of her.

"Come on...let's just--" She shook her head and let out a shaky breath. "We have to leave." Zelda used all the power she had in her to look away from Veronica then dragged her out of bar as she continued to clutch her hand. The cold air hit her hard and she had left her jacket in her car. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and shoulders. She dropped Veronica's hand. The air was refreshing despite the cold. Zelda gave herself a quick moment before looking back at the other woman. Out of the dim bar lighting and under the light of street lamps and the moon Zelda was able to look at Veronica better. She was a treasure. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I want to let you in so bad. I want to let you hurt me if that's how it is. I just...I can't be the one to hurt you. That's the problem. I'm so scared of fucking this...us up. And I'm scared I already have. I just...I want you. That's all I want. I need you, V. I--" Zelda's last drink was catching up with her a little more and her thoughts were becoming more erratic as well as distorted. She wanted Veronica more than anything and to call her hers. To be able to have breakfast together and let it feel normal. Despite how much Zelda wanted to be something grand she needed Veronica to be a normal part of her life. Zelda finally looked back to her, a sad smile on her lips and makeup mixed with tears running down her cheeks. "I think I could fall in love with you."

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"You think?" She repeated, the words dissolving into more laughter, not even because it was funny, because she was ecstatic to see her. She knew she had missed Zelda, but she didn't realize how much until she was standing right in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch if she tried. And she almost did, her hand still in the air, palm ready to cup the side of her face when she hesitated, a thought striking her; had she not replied because she was seeing someone now? She couldn't control the way her face dropped, giggles ending abruptly, but she tried to back pedal, forcing a smile back to her face. It was fine if she was, anyway. Good for her. She wanted her to be happy, really, she did. Even if it was without her.

The thought didn't last long, Zelda being the one to break the invisible wall between them, her fingers wrapping themselves around her own. Her smile faltered for a second time, but not out of sadness this time, her eyes unblinking on Zelda's face as she stepped forward, closed a bit more of the space. Close enough now that she could lean in and taste her lips, but she was frozen in place. Maybe it was just the alcohol coursing through her system, maybe it was more than that, but in that moment if Zelda asked her anything she would have said yes.

"I'll dance with you anytime," she stated, and it was meant to be a joke, light-hearted (though honest) but her tone came out too serious. Too full of emotion. Fuck, she had missed her, everything about her, from the way her lips curbed to the specks of color in her eyes. She had tried to push all of the overwhelming feelings down, and they said distance made the heart grow fonder but it didn't seem true because now that they were under the same roof again it was like a flood washing over her, the memory of hoe she'd felt the last night they laid in bed. How she'd never wanted it to end.

She was so caught up in her own head she didn't realize Zelda was stuck in hers, not until she began to ramble. The words didn't fit her actions but she wanted to believe them, wanted to think she had meant enough that she had missed her as much as Veronica had missed her, but then she was calling her amazing again, telling her she was a burden. Confusion flashed across her face, lingering for only a moment before it turned into something else, anger bubbling at the surface. She wished she could blame it on the drinks but she knew this was who she was, she only knew how to dealt with emotions with fire. "That's not fair," she stated, dropping her hand as if Zelda's stung, taking half a step back.

"You could just be... honest with me, if you don't want me. I get it. That I'm just a washed up drummer, and I'm never gonna really amount to anything, I know everyone sees it. You don't have to... to tell me shit like that, you don't have to lie to me." Her voice rose, mad at the tears that sprung to her eyes, mad that the crowd around them suddenly seemed so loud when all she wanted was to have a private conversation with her, mad that it was hard to focus on what she was trying to say because she wasn't sober enough. "Don't turn this around to me. I'm always the one to blow shit up and I'm sure I'd... I'd fuck this up too, given the chance, but don't say that it's because I'd hate you when you won't even let me."

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She needed to get Veronica off of her mind. Every fleeting thought or memory they had already created together was taking control of her mind. Zelda missed Veronica like all hell and as much as it hurt to keep her distance she knew that she had to for the other's sake. She thought going to her favorite club and let loose would help her. She was even flirting with someone but the moment they said something that reminded her of Veronica she bailed. Zelda had a fair amount of drinks, bordering the line between buzzed and tipsy but slightly closer to the tipsy side. She went to the bar, ordering another drink she would likely throw back like water. When she turned her head she saw the back of her head. She knew it was her and fight of flight took over her. Before she could bail though Veronica was facing her and Zelda knew she was trapped. Not trapped-- frozen in place. She had left Veronica on read the few times she reached out because she thought it was for the best. There was no reason to get the woman caught up in her own bullshit.

Veronica's slurred words still made Zelda half smile. She was thinking of her? That...made matters worse, but it also made Zelda's heart skip a beat. She suddenly felt guilty for avoiding her and ignoring her texts. "V...I think you're a bit more than tipsy," she finally said. When the bartender came over Zelda tossed some cash on the bar and grabbed her drink, taking a long sip from it immediately. It wasn't the answer to her dilemma but she didn't care. Despite her mind being foggy from the alcohol she had consumed through the night she had some sense. Her eyes scanned Veronica, appreciating every inch of beauty as her eyes came back up to meet hers. Looking into her eyes made Zelda realize she was a lot more fucked than she thought she was. She was in deep and her emotions were out of control when it came to Veronica. Her heart was beating fast and she hesitantly reached out to grab the hand that was pointing a finger at her.

She couldn't stop thinking about how Veronica said she was thinking about her. That meant Zelda crossed her mind more than she thought she would. Maybe Veronica felt some type of way for Zelda-- No, she couldn't think like that. As much as her heart and soul longed to embrace her in her arms and never let go she resisted. The feeling of her warm hand in Zelda's had a calming effect. She didn't want to let go. Zelda took a step closer, not dropping her hand or breaking their gaze. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Zelda knew there was no turning back. Not when Veronica looked that hot. She was melting from the inside out and she could barely form words. Her eyes stung because she felt like she really fucked up. Her intention at the bar that night was to find some stranger to go home with and never speak to again. That's all her and Veronica should have ever been, Zelda thought, but she wanted more. Her self control was running low and she couldn't help the one stray tear that fell. She hoped Veronica didn't notice and she didn't want to ruin her makeup so she decided to fake it until she made it. "If you're only tipsy then I suppose it wouldn't kill you to dance with me." She forced a bigger smile. Maybe if she just gave Veronica herself one more time Zelda could put this all behind her. She could mourn what never was and move on.

She didn't want to. She couldn't.

"No," she spoke up this time and furrowed her brows as her expression faltered. "I'm-- V... I need you. I miss you. I really do. I can't... I have to... I mean--" She took a deep breath then a sip of her drink before continuing. "I'm sorry. You're better off without me and I'm too selfish to let that happen." Her eyes look away but she can't help but glance at her from the corner of her eye. "You're too drunk for this. I'm getting too drunk to do this. I should just go. You really are impeccable, V." Her hand never let go of Veronica's and she never wanted to. "But...you don't know things about me and you'll never look at me the same if I tell you and...you're just amazing. I'm not much compared to you but I can tell you for sure I would be a burden in your life." When she looked back to her her legs suddenly felt like they were going to give out from under her. "I don't want you to hate me but I'm never going to be the person you think I am and it breaks my heart."

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"Ha-ha," Veronica replied with an eyeroll. She didn't feel lighthearted about it at all, and she knew Thorn didn't either. But she wasn't going to judge her for cracking jokes to cope. She'd be doing the same thing. "Actually, yeah. That'd be nice. I could use the activity... I got winded walking up six steps the other day." Which was true, she'd been too much of a shut-in lately, spending more time at the bar (both working and off the clock) than outside or at her drum set. She felt like she was losing herself. But she was far more worried about losing her best friend again.

"I'd make a joke about how it isn't that easy to get rid of me, but actually it's apparently really easy..." Thorn knew there was no time for jokes and all that jazz, but some form of dark humor was really all she had. "Honestly, I didn't get much fresh air while I was gone. Being disconnected from nature has really messed with my head. So I figured I could take all the time in the world getting back to it. I plan on hiking through the woods later." She turned to look at her friend, her sister, her bandmate. "I don't mind if you want to join me for that too. I mean, I want to get going before the sun sets and all that."

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She had tried not to let it bother her — after all, Veronica hadn't reached out either. For awhile. Then she did, because she missed her. And got left on read. Twice. Which was fine. It wasn't like she and Zelda were... well, anything. But it stung, and it left her wondering what she had done wrong. Usually she was the one to pull the plug, to realize she was getting too attached and end it. If the roles were reversed, she didn't know how to handle it, or the feelings she had yet to confront. So she just... didn't. She ignored it. Until she couldn't. It wasn't just that situation that had brought her to the club, but once she started putting the drinks back, it had been the driving force. Only to turn away from downing another shot to come face to face with her. "Whoa. Shit, I was just thinking about you. Like, all night. I manifested that shit." The texts she'd sent earlier already forgotten, Veronica laughed, pointing a finger at the other woman. "Shhh. I'm a little tipsy."

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Veronica laughed, breathlessly, only glad that Zelda had been the one to pull away because she was pretty sure she was starting to turn blue from lack oxygen. "I'm not complaining," she stated, "I'd never complain about kissing a pretty girl." But she settled in anyway, perfectly happy to just stare at her for the rest of the night. She could memorize the curve of her jawline, the way her eyebrows slanted, her nose, every freckle on her face and it wouldn't be enough.

If she was paying attention, she would notice that Zelda was thinking, worrying about something, but instead she was caught up in her own thoughts about how beautiful she was, like a painting. A piece of art she would never grow tired of. When she spoke again, she wasn't expecting what was said, but she couldn't stop herself from smiling before the weight of the words set in.

"Oh, I know. I'm fucking wonderful." Deflecting with humor, not because the comments made her uncomfortable, but how they made her feel did. Veronica loved attention, positive and negative but especially compliments, but she didn't expect her stomach to flip the way that it did hearing them come out of Zelda's mouth. If she wasn't careful, she would be flustered, and she didn't let herself get flustered. Taking a moment to pause, eyes flickering over her face, she spoke in a softer tone, more honest. "You have meaning too, babe."

The babe was being voiced before she could stop it, but she let it seem intentional, nonchalant. She called plenty of people babe. So why did this feel different? Her heart rate spiked, more than it had kissing her, when Zelda laid her head on her shoulder. It felt so vulnerable, and Veronica felt a knot of guilt settling in the pit of her stomach. Out of all the people she could have gotten wrapped up in... out of all of the people she could potentially hurt... how could she pull Zelda into this? This... mess. This mess that was her. She swallowed, trying to still herself before pressing her lips to the top of Zelda's head, breathing in her shampoo. "Are you okay?"

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It took every ounce of composure Zelda had to not cry on the spot. It wasn't Veronica's agreement, the smile on her lips, or way she agreed so easily. It wasn't even the way she pressed another kiss to her lips. No, it was the way that Zelda had thought to herself that she could learn to love this. Whatever 'this' exactly was. No-- It wasn't anything. they weren't anything. With that thought though came every possible emotion, flooding Zelda's veins with a toxic mixture of them all. She ogled up at her, glossed eyes threatening to lose their composure. "You're sweet for that," she whispered, lips curved into a saccharine smile.

Zelda let herself fall further back into Veronica's pillows. Stupid pillows that gave her a sense of comfort and security. They shouldn't. Zelda knew she should run, make an excuse up because if she didn't, well...she may never leave. She couldn't let herself fall into that trap. Not when it was Veronica's heart at stake. That should have stopped her from pulling the other woman closer to her. It should have stopped her from pressing her chest against hers, a thin sheet the only thing separating them. It should have stopped her from holding Veronica's face in her hands and kissing her both gently and with passion.

Her lips only parted from Veronica's when she had to gasp for breath. Maybe she was serious when she agreed to kiss her until sunrise. Zelda looked longingly at Veronica, fearing that every emotion giving her turmoil was plastered on her face as much as she had tried to keep them concealed. She pressed her chest against Veronica's more and wrapped her arms around her neck. "You don't have to actually do that, you know." She let out a soft laugh. "Kiss me all night, that is. Sunrise isn't for a while." She pressed a soft kiss on her jawline, letting her lips linger there for a moment before pulling away. "I just want to be close to you."

I just want you to stay.

Zelda couldn't stop her thoughts from echoing in her mind about how desperately she wanted the woman she was lying in bed with. She was so fucked. Absolutely fucked in every sense of the word and it was her own damn fault. Veronica probably didn't feel that way towards her anyways, she told herself. She was so much more than Zelda believed herself to be. She didn't see herself as much. A witch that hid behind working as a maid in a town she hated with no way out. It wasn't ideal for the type of person Zelda was. She always wanted to be something more, mean something more, and maybe she could to Veronica but... Zelda was running out of reasons to talk herself out of this. She looked back up at her, tightening the grip her arms had around her neck.

As she looked at Veronica there was one thought that crossed her mind. One that made her smile and she failed to keep to herself. "You're unforgettable, V. I hope you know that. I...I hope you know your worth because--" She froze for a moment before swallowing hard. "You have meaning is all I'm trying to say. Don't ever think there isn't someone that car--" She cut herself off again before she made herself look even more of a fool. Zelda looked away but kept her grip around Veronica's neck, knowing if she let go it would be the last time and she wasn't ready for that commitment. Ha, commitment, Zelda thought. Funny what the word means when it results in doing the opposite. She let out a soft sigh, letting her arms loosen until they dropped down, one of her hands moving to rest on Veronica's hip. She rested her chin on the other's shoulder and closed her eyes. "Never mind," she lets out. "This is why you should have just kissed me more. It keeps my stupid mouth shut."