#sweetbutshylady3ug

[asotin]

@sweetbutshylady3ug it's from the official manga! if i recall correctly, there are some short side stories running around, too, if you're interested

eta: actually, the longer i look, the less sure i become that the side stories are official 😅 the post you commented on definitely is, though

[incorrect-uncharted]

Nate: We need to distract the guards.

Flynn: Right.

Nate: What are we going to do?

Flynn: We're gonna kill them all. That oughta distract them.

[nexttrickanvils]

For the SEND ME A SHIP and I’ll tell you: Ryuann.

Who said “I love you” first: Ann, Ryuji worried about potentially pushing Ann into a relationship so she had to step up and get the ball rolling.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Ryuji and sometimes he switches up the picture depending on mood (hey when your gf's a model)

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Both of them and it quickly goes from romantic to silly quickly

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Ryuji

Who initiated the first kiss: Ann, again Ryuji was kind of nervous and worried about rushing Ann and he wanted to let her to take it at her pace.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Ryuji because he's the morning person

Who starts tickle fights: Ann

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Ann

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Ryuji

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Ryuji

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Ann

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Ann by default because Ryuji stays away from alcohol. That said, Ann is a very fun loving drunk.

[wedontdeservethestars]

Hi! I saw you are accepting requests again. I liked a lot the chloe x elena fanfic that you wrote, so can i request something for Chloe Frazer and Elena Fisher, as a romantic ship, from Uncharted please? Thank you! Have a nice weekend !

Hi! I'm always happy to write for Chloe and Elena!! They're my Adventure Babes. Their chemistry is so gold ughhhh. I've been feeling a little ill these past few days, so I decided to go classic sick fic with this one! Hope you enjoy it <3

Chloe could take being beaten to a bloody pulp. She could take fallen hundreds of feet and immediately having to get back up and run. Hell, she could even take being shot in the arm and having to continue on. But, oh, as soon as her white blood cells decided to take a break and she was down bad with the flu, she was completely bedridden. She groaned softly as she channel surfed on the TV across from her. She should probably have something to drink, even though swallowing anything and everything made her feel like choking. She reached for the cup of orange juice on the bedside table. It felt like her arm was moving through molasses, even though she knew nothing was there put miniscule particles in the air. What the hell…? She managed to grab the glass and get a few small sips down before surrendering it to the table again.

“Good God, is there really nothing decent on?” she rolled her eyes. This was supposed to be a nice work-vacation with Elena--she could do some photography for the next issue of a travel guide she was working on (this time much closer to home than some of her recents), and Chloe could take a break from taking clients and explore the States for the first time. Whatever was out in California, however, had ruined their plans by giving her a pretty bad sickness and keeping her in the Airbnb they were renting for a short time. With Elena gone out to do research most of the time, Chloe was stuck with her phone and the TV and not much else. Giving up on finding something entertaining, she resigned to turning it off.

Except that when she did turn it off, it sounded like one of the programs was still running. Chloe took a moment to clear her hazy mind and listened. No, that wasn’t onscreen. It was a muffled sound, coming from downstairs. Crying...someone was crying.

Correction, she realized as she threw the covers off of her, Elena was crying. Abandoning her warm cocoon of bedding, Chloe stumbled down the hall and barreled down the stairs, following the sounds of soft sobs. It was a miracle that she made it without tripping all over herself and falling, meeting a gruesome end at the bottom.

“Elena!” she yelled as she burst into the living room, probably a bit too aggressively for someone who was only crying. But hey, this was her girlfriend, and Chloe did not like thinking about her getting hurt. And her head still felt fuzzy. So, so fuzzy. At the time, it seemed like a completely appropriate action.

Elena, on the other hand, didn’t seem to think so. She jerked up from the couch, where she’d been comfortably splayed across, and was rushing over to Chloe. “Holy--Chloe, are you okay? Oh my God!”

“Crying,” she said quickly, grabbing Elena’s tear-streaked face, “you’re crying.”

“What?” Her widened eyes softened and she started to laugh. Chloe, thinking that she might be starting to sob again, pulled her into a tight hug.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, love, I’m here, I promise, I’m right here,” she whispered, desperate to calm her lover down.

“No--it’s--” Elena managed to get out between laughs. Finally, she took a breath and started to calm down. “Chloe, it’s okay! I’m okay!”

“Huh?” She drew back and studied her face.

“It was just a show. A soap opera. I’m not really sad,” she giggled softly.

“Oh…” Suddenly, Chloe felt very stupid. “Oh my God.”

“No, it’s fine,” she grinned, touching her fast-reddening cheek. “That was really adorable.”

“Uh...of course it was,” she stumbled. “I meant it to be…”

“Oh my God, you’re so loopy from all that medicine,” Elena laughed. “Come on. We should get you back to bed, okay?”

“Okay…” she mumbled, trying not to meet her eyes. The two headed back up to the bedroom--Chloe’s makeshift prison. As bored as she was of the place, it did feel nice to sink back into the blankets and pillows.

“You sure you’re really okay?” she whispered as Elena tucked her in.

“Yes, hun,” she murmured, pausing to plant a kiss on her temple. “It’s just a dumb show. I get worked up about that kind of thing. Besides, I haven’t had a good cry in a while. It was nice.”

Chloe laughed softly, which quickly turned into a short fit of coughs. Elena rested a hand on her back, helping her through them.

“Hey, how about this? I’ll go get you some broth or something.”

“I’m not hungry,” she shook her head. Wrong move, apparently, as she watched Elena’s mom-persona come through.

“You haven’t eaten today.”

“No,” she sighed heavily.

“You need to get something down, Chlo. Even if it’s just a little.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Elena squinted at her, but smiled. “Be right back. Don’t move.”

“Uh-huh.”

Chloe’s eyes fluttered shut and she rubbed her face. Part of her was a little skeptical about Elena’s soap opera excuse, but then again, she was hard to make cry. In fact, she probably cried less than Chloe did, and that was really saying something. It was almost impressive. Maybe sappy shows like that gave her an excuse to cry. Like she said, it probably felt nice to get something out every once in a while. Even so, she still felt stupid for making such a big deal out of it...

“Hey,” came a bright chirp from the doorway of the bedroom. Chloe blinked wearily at Elena, who was holding a tray with a bowl of soup and crackers laid on it.

“Hi again,” she croaked, still trying to recover.

“How’s your throat?” She brought the tray to the bed and set it up over her lap.

“What is it? Day three of this mess?” she mumbled.

“Give or take,” Elena shrugged.

“Then, uh…” She paused to yawn. “Three days of pain and misery.”

“Oh, c’mon, it can’t be that bad,” she chuckled. “Nothing can bring the incomparable Ms. Frazer down, especially not a cold.”

“Oh, honey, that’s what I thought, too.” She leaned forward over the soup, basking in the feeling of steam over her face. She only wished she could smell the herbs and broth. “And now...well, here I am.”

“Here you are,” Elena nodded, sitting on the other side of the bed.

“Hey, no, you’re gonna get sick, too,” Chloe mumbled, trying to nudge her away. “It’s already bad enough that you’re taking this much care of me. Go back downstairs…”

“Absolutely not. I have a mega-immune system. Trust me. Besides,” she grinned, “You seem bored. I can’t let that stand. And my show’s over, anyway.”

“Bored is right,” she admitted.

“Yeah? Is that your excuse for nearly giving me a heart attack?”

“I didn’t mean to be that...aggressive,” she laughed shortly. Elena slid her hand over hers.

“No, it was cute. And it’s sweet that you care that much about me.”

“I was just afraid you were being attacked or something,” she half-joked. “I’ve got that sick-brain. Crazy thoughts and hallucinations and whatnot…”

“Sure,” Elena wrinkled her nose, then moved in to kiss her cheek again. Chloe leaned into it until she was done, then took a spoonful of soup. A wave of heat spread through her core as she swallowed.

“Mm...you know, I was a little worried about your cooking abilities when I first met you.”

“What?” Elena planted her hands on her hips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re American,” she teased. “You’re not exactly known for being the best cooks.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got a good legion of cooking tips I picked up from other countries over the years, not just the States,” she grinned. “And I’d say that I’m not doing too bad, all things considered.”

“Oh, you’re wonderful, trust me! You’ve just pleasantly surprised me, that’s all.”

“Glad I didn’t disappoint, then.” Elena leaned her head on Chloe’s shoulder, who continued to slowly but surely make her way through lunch.

“I’m sorry I’ve ruined our vacation,” Chloe mumbled after a moment.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” she shrugged. “It’s not like you chose to have this illness or anything.”

“Maybe I did.”

“Well, then yes, you should be sorry,” she teased. Chloe laughed softly. There was another bit of silence.

“Really, though, it’s okay,” Elena murmured. “Any time I get to be with you is time well spent. Doesn’t matter what we do.”

“God, I love you.” Chloe smiled and gave the top of her head a kiss. “And that’s good, ‘cause I think it’s gonna be this way for the rest of the trip, babe.”

“I’ll stock up on soup, then.”

[insanityisfine]

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GUYS THIS IS SO CUTE!!!

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[ftlgbtales]

Erza: Honestly, I’m just so evil. So full of darkness. I feed off the souls of the living. I strike fear into—

Lucy: You sleep with a sparkly teddy bear I gave you.

Erza: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS.

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[carissimipaixao]

Hi! Since you are accepting requests, can you write something for Chloe Frazer and Elena Fisher from uncharted please?maybe with the word kiss. Thanks. Happy holidays!

published on: february 8, 2021 requested by: @sweetbutshylady3ug pairing: chloe frazer & elena fisher words: 1.6k+

When Chloe first met Elena, it had been under the most unpleasant of circumstances; in a city that was being torn apart by a raging criminal and his mercenaries, as they tried to discover the location of a mystical temple. Chloe had the exact same objective as the enemy, and she had been willing to put her neck out for Drake as the two unraveled the secrets and hints to the possible location of the temple, which held the next clues in finding the treasure. If anything were to go wrong, then she would surely die for treason, killed by Zorac himself. For Elena, however, treasure hunting was nothing more than a wild goose chase. She didn’t think losing one’s life for a treasure ━ which may as well not exit ━ was worth it.

Truly, to Chloe, the blonde’s objective in Nepal wasn’t free of criticism, either. If there was anything that disliked the most, it was those who played the hero, as if they were some sort of saviour to humanity or the world itself, wanting to bring justice to it as if it was all merely black and white. Zorac wasn’t a fool; he had ears everywhere. Surely, if he were to find Elena ━ who had been studying and following his tracks for months  ━, it wouldn’t be a pretty ending.

A part of her knew that the hatred that had bloomed in her chest had been the work of jealousy. After all, she had begun to grow feelings for the charming Casanova that was Nathan Drake, and, as cliché as it sounded, nobody liked to meet their beloved’s ex-partner. Not only that, but the two women seemed to be the complete opposite of each other. At least, in the very beginning, before it became apparent that they were both extremely passionate for what they believed, willing to do anything to achieve their goals.

Time can soothe the roughest of storms, and, such as one, Chloe found herself tangled in a familiar maze. Emotions and weakness could be the ultimate cause to doom and destroy one’s life, especially if they are involved in a career as dangerous as a thief or treasure hunter. Yet, no matter what she thought or did, to burn away all traces of fondness and tenderness in her heart, she couldn’t find a way to leave the maze and discard the feelings that had bloomed for Elena Fisher.

Perhaps, the Universe had a twisted sense of humor, having whatever she felt for Elena to be nothing but jealousy, before morphing into something softer, much like the same way she had felt for Drake once. Speaking of ━ if he knew the sort of predicament she had found herself in, he would’ve surely laughed at her. But, she wasn’t going to lie; he had been right. Elena was certainly tougher than she looked. Perhaps, it had been that which shocked her to the point of falling for “Miss Sunshine”.

It had been nearly one year since their first meeting, and a lot had changed by then. Despite encouraging Drake to take care of Elena, having realized that the man was still lovestruck over her, the couple didn’t last together for much longer. Although Elena was brave, treasure hunting would never be something she would wish to make her career. Too many risks, for a life that can end with a snap. Likewise, no matter how many times the journalist tried to convince Nathan, he would never be able to join a normal career, to settle down for once. He had always been hungry for adventures and stories that needed to be unraveled.

The New Year was mere days from starting, when Chloe had found herself in Yemen, following a promising lead on a treasure she had been hired to find. It had been in those busy streets that she bumped into Elena. Both had been surprised to see each other ━ how small was the world? But, as quickly as it came, it vanished, replaced by warm smiles and cheerful greetings. Elena worked as a tourist guide, translator and journalist, having grown attached to the people and friends she had made since her first arrival. It was because of them that she began to find reluctance to leave and explore another country and culture.

‘Did you come to sightsee?’ Elena had asked, with a knowing glint in her eye as she smiled.

‘Of course,’ the Australian snickered, placing a hand on her chest. ‘Who do you take me for?’ Her response only earned a sigh and the shaking of a head.

It had been one of those nights where, after a few drinks, Chloe was lost in her thoughts, thinking about her goals and what she had achieved thus far. She remembered those she had cherished and lost to the harsh reality that was of a treasure hunter, of a thief. Flynn ━ for better or worse ━ had been someone she once cared about, to the same degree she felt now towards Elena. It was impossible not to feel saddened for his passing, even if he had intended to kill them. Then again, she had been playing the role of double-crosser. Chloe often wondered what would have happened, if things had been different━

‘Aren’t you coming inside?’ Elena’s voice snapped her back to reality. Chloe took a deep breath, as she leaned against the railing, glass in hand. ‘The countdown is starting soon.’

The woman hummed. ‘I’m staying here, if you don’t mind.’

To her surprise, Elena approached her and took her own place against the railing. Chloe turned her head to stare at her, a serene expression on her face. The blonde was smiling with a raised eyebrow. ‘Don’t like the festives?’

Eyes narrowing as she thought, Chloe shrugged. ‘Nah, just don’t enjoy the crowds.’ She turned her gaze back to the landscape in front of her. The city felt like new fresh air, marvelous. She could see some people in their own balconies, some in their dining or living rooms as they chatted and laughed with their families. And, the ocean, far into the horizon? Breathtaking. ‘Well, I can certainly see the appeal of this place,’ she confessed.

‘Right? It’s beautiful.’

Chloe glanced from the corner of her eye at Elena. The light breeze was softly blowing away loose hair locks, brushing against her face. Her brown eyes were softened as they stared at the view. Yet, her words were ringing in her ears, something resonating within her chest. At that instance, a choir of voices began to chant behind them, from within the building. It, too, echoed through the nightly air, as friends and families started the countdown to midnight.

‘It’s starting!’ Elena grinned, which prompted Chloe to mimic her smile. Unable to resist Sunshine’s charm, she joined her chanting.

Ten...

A stray thought rang through her head.

Nine...

She remembered something from her teenhood ━ it had been something unintentionally told by a highschool crush.

Eight…

They said, “did you know if you kiss someone once it counts down to zero, it means you want to spend the next New Year with them?”

Seven...

Chloe thought it was childishly romantic, but, for some reason, that memory was replaying in her head as she counted down, eyes focused on the blonde next to her.

Six...

Perhaps, the booze was slowly making an effect on her, because she was beginning to think about it.

Five…

Her feelings for the journalist had never faded away. They had always been there. And, the flower had bloomed during the time they spent together.

Four…

A small hint of fear was starting to spread in her head. But, she was quick to shake the fear of rejection aside.

Three…

Just what did she have to lose?

Two…

Elena’s eyes crinkled in delight. The starry sky had always been in her gaze, after all.

One…

Chloe found resolve.

The darkness in the sky disappeared abruptly, as firework rockets were launched heavenward. As it exploded, painting the canvas of the sky with multiple colors and shades, the people clapped and howled. Chloe raised her glass to her lips, listening to Elena’s cheerful shout before turning to her with a grin. ‘Happy New Year!’ The liquid no longer burned its way down her throat. Amidst the firework, Chloe could clearly hear the anxious beating of her heart in her chest. ‘So, any resolutions for this amazing New Year?’

‘Yeah,’ Chloe answered, putting down the empty glass. She quickly turned towards the journalist, trapping her chin gently within her grip. ‘I’m betting on something.’ Elena’s eyes widened momentarily, but, before she could utter a single word, Chloe lunged forward.

The sound of fireworks seemingly faded away into nothingness, and time seemed to stop. Her eyes were closed, focused on the soft touch of her lips against her own. Her heartbeat had increasingly gotten louder, and she could hear Elena’s breathing had ceased for a moment. The women remained still, lost in the simple ecstasy that was of a kiss, before they separated.

Elena blinked owlishly at Chloe, whose lips had curled into a satisfied smirk ━ like the cat that got the cream. They were silent, staring at each other. Chloe’s eyes wandered across the blonde’s face, as if searching for a sign, an answer. And, then━

‘Funny,’ Elena suddenly said breathlessly. Her shocked expression morphed into a smirk of her own ━ contentment and relief swimming in her gaze. ‘I have a similar resolution in my list.’ She stepped forward, putting her hands around Chloe’s neck.

‘Well,’ the Australian’s voice lowered into a whisper, her eyes narrowed into a challenging look, while she lowered her head. The tip of her noses brushed against each other, her hot breath swept across her face. ‘Make it count, Sunshine.’

[momo-de-avis]

Olá Ana! Está tudo bem contigo? Espero que sim. Ainda por cima com aquele dia inteiro a ouvir os vizinhos barulhentos. Obrigada por pores mais fotos da Evie. Olha, diz-me qual é a idade considerada meia idade para as mulheres? Tenho visto no tumblr, mulheres de 18 a 25 anos dizem que a partir de 35 é meia idade (não dizem isso dos homens), no Google varia, acho que é a partir dos 48/50 anos. sei que a nossa percepção da idade depende da idade que temos, mas quando tinha a idade delas não dizia.

eu diria que meia idade é lá pros 45 pra cima, já a bater nos 50

se fosse 35 eu ja estava quase na meia idade lmao

[ryuann-archive]

You forgot to put tags in the submissions. Thanks for posting them. I'm glad you liked it.

Fixed it! Thanks for the submissions!

[sogayitwrites]

@sweetbutshylady3ug reacted to your post “What good quality tv show would you recommend, guys? I have nothing to...”

@sogayitwrites Siren, iZombie, B99, The Magicians

Already seen them all aside from Siren. Is it good? gay? lol

[thoughtdump]

@sweetbutshylady3ug No way! Do you remember the name/writer?

A Christmas Wenclair one shot/fic where Enid’s shit family (mother) says one of her usual shitty, condescending things to her so Wednesday invites Enid to her house for the Holiday break because she knows Enid loves Christmas & since she has a soft spot for her, she would rather be caring & give Enid her happy holidays than to have her be home & unhappy (this is a secret of course.) & of course it’s an unconventional/odd Christmas at the Addams’ but Enid loves that Wednesday did that for her (even though Wednesday never admits it) & has so much fun & loves it all the same. :)

[spyro-ashes]

sweetbutshylady3ug replied to your post “PS1: Cute PS4: Ugly PS1: Aww PS4: Eww PS1: Aww  PS4: I think I’m gonna...”

@spyro-ashes you forgot some characters like Sheila, the pandas, dragons. Some characters are too antrophormized (sheila, dragons from the 1st game) or irrecognizable (the pandas,)

This post was only about cute characters that were intentionally made to look ugly because the devs thought cutesy enemies are unacceptable. Almost every Reignited character has issues and Sheila is the poster child of them, but the changes were meant to make her more attractive so she doesn’t fit into those examples.

I hate the dragons both as independent designs and as redesigns, but they’re a pretty big topic since there’s so many of them.

[mrsluthordanvers]

Hi! How old are you? Where are you from? Cute selfie

Hey, 24 and Canadian

Thank you!

[incorrect-uncharted]

Chloe: You’re smiling, did something good happen?

Nadine: Can’t I just smile cause I feel like it?

Sully: Sam tripped and fell in the parking lot.

[incorrectpersona-cianthemighty]

Ryuji, watching Ann do push-ups: Wow, she’s been going at it for a while. I wonder where she gets all the motivation.

Ann, to herself, while doing push-ups: I’m going to be so good at hugging my friends.

[wedontdeservethestars]

Hi! I saw your post about requests. Since you are accepting requests, can i request something for Chloe Frazer and Elena Fisher, as a romantic ship, from Uncharted please? Thank you! Have a nice day!

Ok! I! LOVE THIS SHIP!! Ever since I heard the word "sunshine" come out of Chloe's mouth in the second game, I have been OBSESSED with their dynamic. I like the idea of them becoming friends after 2 (let's just pretend Nate and Elena aren't together shh shh) and then Chloe slowly falling for Elena long-distance,,, so:

Here’s what Chloe knows: Elena is very, very cute and has a very sweet look on the world.

And although naïve about it at times, she’s extremely smart. It’s clear that she hasn’t gone through life unscathed, but she somehow seems to hide all her scars and put on a brave face for the future.

At first, Chloe thinks she just wants to be like Elena in that regard: unafraid of the future and confident in her abilities to do good, no matter the situation

As time goes on and they talk more, their conversations becoming more casual and comfortable, hardly a day goes by where they don’t at least text each other a quick “Good morning!”

Knowing Elena’s especially busy schedule, it makes Chloe feel all tingly knowing that she’s making specific time to talk to her. It’s a really familiar kind of tingle that she isn’t sure she likes, since Elena wouldn’t feel the same way…………(right?)

Besides, Chloe has WAY too many commitment issues and walls set up. Most of her relationships have been either hit-and-runs, or month-long-hit-and-runs. Deep relationships aren’t really her thing.

Well. Anyway. It doesn’t matter. Because Elena is in the States and Chloe is in the UK. So. There. Ha!

Except one day Chloe is out getting groceries at a local market she likes to browse through and Sweet Jesus Is That Elena Fisher????? Standing over by the freshly baked bread??????????? Or is that an angel with pure blonde hair and a camera--

Chloe’s first instinct is to just turn around and walk away. It’s too weird that she’s just here, especially without telling her first that she would be in her home country. So there’s no way it’s Elena. Right? Right. No way. Just a weird coincidence. Sometimes people just look like other people, Chloe. It happens.

Oh nope never mind she’s turned around and that is DEFINITELY Elena.

Chloe spends a little time watching her, trying to figure out what the hell she’s doing here, until she finally musters up the courage to go up to her and say hi.

Elena is eager to see her and also just as surprised. It actually does turn out to be a total coincidence that she was sent out on a job to Chloe’s exact city (they’ve never even exchanged addresses, Chloe realizes as they talk).

Like the gentlelady she is, Chloe invites her over for a drink after Elena is done with work for the day, to which Elena eagerly accepts.

“See you then, sunshine.” Chloe immediately hates herself for using the old nickname. It seems too affectionate for someone she’s only met in person once before this, even if they have been talking so often lately…

Nevertheless, Elena beams. It’s...radiant, to say the least.

The evening starts off business-casual. They make small talk, they take small sips of drinks. Still feeling a little anxious about the whole situation, Chloe drinks a little more. Elena, seeming to take it as a bit of a challenge, matches her. And suddenly they’ve probably had WAY too much to drink and they’re outside on the terrace.

Elena is gushing about a project she’s working on, and then bitching about her boss a little too loudly--someone across the square yells at her to shut up and go to bed, which sends both women into a fit of laughter. Elena falls back into her chair and almost falls over. Chloe reaches out to help steady her, and looks up.

Elena is so close to her.

She’s still giggling softly to herself, her eyes glassy and scrunched in the corners. Her grey-blues meet Chloe’s dark browns.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” Chloe blurts out suddenly.

Elena seems to sober a little bit, surprised at the comment, but doesn’t lose her smile. “Oh...thanks.”

“I mean it.” Now that she’s started, she can’t stop. “Ever since I saw you, it’s...your so...and--and it’s hard to stop, to stop thinking about you…”

“Oh?” A blush overcomes Elena’s cheeks and she looks away for a moment, her eyes landing on the streets below.

Chloe panics. “I mean--shit, um…”

“Chloe, I…” She giggles again and looks down into her drink. It’s nearly empty. “I had no idea you felt like that about me…”

“I don’t!” There are those walls she set up in her head, again.

“You don’t?”

Chloe notes the tone in her voice and reels back once again. “Er...I mean, what...what do you think ‘like that’ means? Because--maybe I do…”

Elena studies her face for a moment. There’s silence, and then she just smiles. “I’ve never seen you this drunk before.”

“Well...same goes for you, sunshine.”

“Sunshine,” she repeats with a smile. “You always call me that.”

“S’what you are,” she answers truthfully. “A little ray of sunshine in this dark place…”

“You’re a lot sweeter when you’re drunk,” Elena circles back. “And more nervous.”

“You make me nervous,” Chloe replies cautiously, gauging for a reaction.

“I don’t mean to. You can loosen up, y’know.” When she doesn’t get an answer, Elena continues. “So, uh...I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what--?” Chloe starts, but is cut off by the feelings of Elena’s lips on hers.

It.

Is.

Heaven.

They’re so much softer than she could have imagined, plush and pillowy against her own, tasting of clean chapstick and a little like beer. Chloe melts into it, letting a hand slide up towards her hair and combing her fingers through it. It falls out of it’s neat ponytail and down to her shoulders. Elena smiles and brushes it back over her ear as she pulls away.

“That.”

“Was that your…?”

“First time kissing another woman?” She laughed a little, a certain edge of nervousness but also freedom to her voice. “Yes.”

“Was it okay?” Chloe smiled.

“Better than you could know.”

“Oh, I think I do.” Chloe starts to lean in again. “But, just in case...how about we try again?”

“I could go for another round,” Elena smirks back.