#cheryl x gianna — 001

[kiissme]

@rcseglds​​, — gianna

•——————•°•✿ the femme has been hiding a secret crush on the blonde for a while now. in her eyes, it is impossible to understand how anyone wouldn’t. hazel hues linger a little too long every time eye contact is made, the brunette finds herself living in fear that one day she will be caught. friends spending the night together before a big audition, knowing the blonde needs moral support. nothing seems out of the ordinary, not until an unusual request is made. convinced the blonde can’t be serious, and she must be making fun of her after realizing the crush she has had this whole time. convincing herself again that her anxiety is speaking. stuttering to buy time. “ what do you mean, um, making you feel good? do you want me to do something to distract you? ” even while she is talking, the femme knows how stupid she sounds. the other’s request was obvious, but fear can make anyone ask stupid questions, too afraid to misunderstand and make a fool of herself.

          She was afraid of that, the apprehension from the other seeming like rejection to Cheryl, and not like she could blame Gianna. This was quite the request and could potentially ruin their friendship. Which was a good one, she enjoyed being around Gianna and she knew this was a lot to ask. But she couldn’t help it. The blonde usually wasn’t this needy but the opportunity given was too much. It was ridiculous, but now that it left her lips, she couldn’t find it in herself to back down now. “I’m kinda...” she paused, taking a deep breath and trying to find her nerve. “...I’m kinda asking you to do me as a distraction?” Clever way to put it, like really, top notch, Cheryl. She let out a sigh, “It’s... It’s too much, isn’t it? Like... It’s too much,” she covered her face as she let out a groan, laying on her back on her bed. “I’m sorry! It’s just... Ugh. I can’t get out of my head and the only time I can really empty my head is like....fucking.” She laughed at herself, “That sounds horrible. And look, normally, I would love to just...take care of it myself, but. That involves control and if I’m doing the control, I’m thinking, and my head is like, a mess and...” She sounded pathetic! Turning her head to look at her, she gave a helpless smile, “It’s easier to not think when someone else is in control... And... Going trolling for dick or pussy just seems a lot of work, and... I don’t know. I trust you though. Like... You wouldn’t make it weird and... I don’t know. I thought I’d ask? It’s stupid, right? You can tell me.”