#Oh I'm sorry did you not want angst? Guess you shouldn't have asked for Salice then lol

[andthatisnotfake]

Oooh, 7 and Salice! Great idea, love it!❤️‍🔥💜💜❤️‍🔥

Oh, I've never written Salice before! Never read anything about them either, so I hope I can do them justice. Such a perfect song for them too.

The strawberry-flavored chapstick felt heavy in her hand, filled with memories she was trying to suppress.

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"I'm serious!" Felice shouted, but she couldn't help but laugh along Sara, the other girl's laughter so contagious that whether or not she actually found the situation funny was irrelevant.

Sara's snorted, then hiccuped, then laughed even more, both girls completely losing control. Felice's stomach hurt from laughing so much (or maybe it was all the vodka they'd consumed, who could tell?); every time she thought they'd regained control of themselves, one of them would start laughing again, restarting the cycle. It took them several minutes to be able to regain their breaths and calm down long enough to be able to actually talk, and by then they'd both already forgotten what they'd been talking about in the first place.

Felice looked at Sara, her eyes shining, her cheeks pink, her lips parted in a quiet smile. She looked so beautiful.

She hadn't realized she'd said that aloud until Sara blushed even further and murmured "thank you". She looked down at her lips, shiny with strawberry chapstick - her own, that she'd lent her before. She was always lending her everything. As far as she was concerned, Sara was always welcome to borrow any of her things without having to ask for it. The chapstick was just the latest in a long list that started with her horse.

She leaned in, sniffing. "You smell like strawberry."

Sara giggled. "So do you."

"Can I taste it?"

Sara didn't answer, but her brown eyes looked at her intently before she nodded minutely.

Felice closed the small distance between them, slotting their lips together. She felt Sara sigh into the kiss and pressed in further, deepening it. Their tongues touched and someone moaned, but she couldn't tell if it was her or Sara or maybe both. Their chests were pressed together, legs intertwined, and she felt her skin hot, her body responding quickly to the kisses. She lowered her hand to Sara's breast and she arched against it, moaning softly.

But suddenly she was gone, the kiss broken. Felice opened her eyes to see Sara staring at her, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I..." She put more distance between them and Felice could swear she'd never in her life felt colder. "I'm tired. We should go to bed."

She nodded, knowing the moment had passed, and hoping she was sober enough to remember this the next day.

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She tossed the chapstick back into the drawer and closed it firmly. Out of sight, out of mind.