#once again typos aren't real just like all the things i am ignoring to answer prompts instead

[lost-in-fandoms]

slept in braids 🫶🫶🫶

cw: mentions of explicit sexual content, both Max and Daniel are girls

The other half of the bed is empty when Max wakes up, and she can hear the coffee machine she only keeps for Daniel and for guests spluttering to life in the kitchen.

She takes one moment to breathe in the scent of sex and Daniel still permeating the sheets before she gets up, tugging a discarded t-shirt over her underwear, giving up the search for a bra even before starting it, part laziness and part wishful thinking.

Daniel doesn't notice her when she walks in the kitchen, too busy looking for a mug in Max's cupboards, as if she's not here almost every day of the week, and Max is free to pause and just look at her.

She's not wearing a shirt, her curly hair bunched in two sleep-mussed braids brushing her naked shoulders, the muscles of her back tensing as she goes on her tiptoes to look in yet another wrong cabinet. She must have stolen a pair of underwear from Max's drawers, because the lacy thong Max had taken off her the night before was still on the bedroom floor, and she doubts Daniel would ever own such a simple pair of black panties.

Even if she probably should, because they make her ass look great.

"You're being a creep."

Daniel's voice startles her from her vague daydreams of getting to her knees right there in the kitchen and eat her out while she drinks her coffee, and she feels herself blush, barely able to keep her expression under control as Daniel finally turns around, steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

She's smiling, one unruly curl escaping her braids to brush her cheek, and Max still feels the sticky taste of her under her tongue.

Once again, just like she had done the night before, she decides to take the plunge, walking towards Daniel and stopping only when their chests brush, naked skin against cotton, her hands bracketing Daniel's hips against the counter.

"Good morning." Her voice is still scratchy with sleep and dehydration, and if there was anything else inside Daniel's cup she would steal it. She resolves to kiss her instead.

Their kiss tastes like stale breath and coffee and Max wants to drown in it. She hears the clink of the mug being placed on the marble surface, the only warning she gets before one of Daniel's hands finds its way in her short hair and the other on her ass.

"Good morning, Maxy," Daniel mumbles against her mouth, lips curving up in a smile before opening, letting Max in.

Her hand slides down to her cheek, her shoulder, and Max's breath is already ragged. She pinches her nipple through her shirt, stealing Max's moan from her lips, before going down further, hooking her thumb on her underwear and stopping.

Max wants to beg her to keep going, wants her fingers inside her. She wants to kiss her until she can't breathe anymore, wants to taste her skin until she knows what each and every one of her tattoos feel like under her tongue, wants to see her come again and again.

She wants to say yes to the unspoken question Daniel's fingers are still posing, paused above her underwear.

But.

She pulls back, doesn't dare open her eyes quite yet.

"What is this, Daniel?"

She can't handle asking what are we, not when she's been the one to close the space between them twice already. If Daniel makes a joke out of it, if she says this is called having sex, Maxy, she knows she'll go with it. She will come now and let herself nurse her broken heart later, but for once Daniel doesn't joke.

She sighs, taking both her hands away, slightly pushing Max back to grab her coffee again, steaming shield between them.

Max opens her eyes, forcing her body to remember how to wear a mask of indifference she hasn't had to use around Daniel for a very long time.

"You know I don't do serious, Maxy," Daniel says, almost apologetic. There's a flicker of something in her face that makes Max want to call her a liar, to tell her that she could just try it out, just this once, just for Max.

But Daniel doesn't do serious, and Max doesn't do casual, and this was a mistake from the moment Max had said you know I like you the night before and Daniel had answered by climbing right into her lap.

She takes a step back, nodding, hoping her smile looks real enough to hide the splinters of her bleeding heart.

"I'm going to take a shower."

She ignores Daniel's half aborted move, refusing to think that she would try to hold her back, and leaves the room, coffee taste on her tongue growing salty with unshed tears.