valeriaxgarza

[valeriaxgarza]

nadiadelafunte:

bounties of discordant queries bundled into her silken skin with simplicity, disarranging labyrinthine veins, dismembering abrasive words she’d striven to abandon. it was too much—chagrin unfurled in her chest as nadia’s heart and soul substituted the delicate sunflowers valeria nestled in her lungs with winter’s breeze. fury enkindled within her chest, eyes of hickory glowing with animosity as she rolled them heavenward. ❝no. i never said that. you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. if you want to leave, then leave. it would make my life a hell of a lot easier.❞ nadia regretted the venomous syllables that dripped from betwixt carmine lips as soon as she’d uttered them, her heart pitter-pattering a frantic beat. ❝us? we’re friends. i have a boyfriend, as do you. i think you’re fishing for answers that aren’t there.❞ lily white lies pirouetted from supple lips, her honeyed words resolute. nadia sat motionless, exasperation heavy within her hollow soul. angelic physiognomy went frigid, brows descending south. well i don’t want to. wintry lungs threatened to collapse as terror swelled in her chest. would she tell? nadia swallowed in tandem to the rise and fall of delicate chest. ❝what are you going to do? tell? no one would believe you anyway.❞ panic grew wild within her heart, wrenching away lush tulips valeria had planted there months prior. acridity doused her tongue as she respired, a twinge of guilt blossoming in the deepest pit of her stomach. she was desperate to stop, but the words kept tumbling forth. ❝god, you sound just like adam. at least he knew when to stop.❞

    nadia’s eyes mooned; starless. val’s heart tinged with a dull ache. was this her fault? it couldn’t be a coincidence this was the second time it was happening. she stared at the grooves she’d carved into the table with her nails, allowing nadia to urge thorns into her already bleeding heart again and again. it would make my life a hell of a lot easier. she glanced upward. it was her fault. how hadn’t she seen this coming? ❝ our sex meant something, but we’re friends? okay. ❞ nadia swayed this way and that - a hurricane that couldn’t decide which city to bring to its knees first. val shook her head, flabbergasted. that’s what nadia was worried about? val telling? ❝ what? no. how are you even thinking about that right now? ❞ anger pirouetted in her stomach until the leaps began to knock against her heart, blackening the edges. she wanted to leave. ❝ why are you so nasty sometimes? all i wanted was to understand what you’re doing. what we’re doing. but - fine! fine. i’ll go and hang out with dylan since you love us together so much. ❞

[valeriaxgarza]

nadiadelafunte:

nadia visualized the two in a different province, delicately perched upon a window seat, twisted in a peach phone cord, cherry stems dangling at the back of her throat as she whispered dulcet promises, the two bursting with giggles as the sun began to rise—but that wasn’t real. none of it was. she was relishing in a vapid daydream, too petrified to concern herself with reality. once she gathered enough courage, nadia averted her gaze back to familiar doe-eyes, daffodils and white lilies bursting in her chest at her words. when it’s just us. she joggled her head to and fro, chocolate curls veering as she altered her posture. ❝you don’t get it. i’m not like you. i’m not…normal.❞ a songbird’s lilt hurried betwixt supple lips, brows bent into a gentle furrow. ❝i push away people i care about. i fuck up everything i touch, and i mean everything.❞ her thoughts roused savage memories from a place she knew she’d never return to, a place she couldn’t return, even if she wanted to. alexander hadn’t been a faded memory—it was all still crystal clear, analogous to a looking glass. she was naught but a shell’s throw away to him, worthless, hollow. his ticket to freedom was also the ticket to her death. well, that’s what she’d envisaged—what she’d encountered had been far worse. nadia was nothing more than his marionette and he the strings. she’d been belittled, assaulted, shattered piece by piece beneath the weight of his ire and heavy hand. love wasn’t a prospect, yes, but it also horrified her, the mere thought of it rattling her brittle bones. nadia respired, rearranging chocolate curls over her shoulder as her eyes widened at valeria’s shaky words. ❝it meant something. that night meant something. every single kiss, it meant something.❞ rich, saccharine syrup nestled on her tongue as she licked her lips, honeyed syllables tumbling from her lips afore she had the chance to stop them. ❝i..god, i don’t know. i don’t know. why can’t we just be us?❞

    confusion throbbed at the front of her skull. she tried to relieve the ballooning pressure by kneading the heels of palms into her temples, screwing her nose. ❝ what do you mean? what does that mean? ❞ she wanted to leave. her heart was tired. ❝ so i’m... you’re gonna fuck me up? is that it? i don’t understand. ❞ she didn’t want to be a part - time thing for nadia. she didn’t want to hurt anymore than she already was. it’d only been just over a month and she could feel her heart teeming with untouched flowers, threatening to bloom. and once they bloomed they’d break her open. she was terrified nadia was going to snip them right at the stem. her fingers toyed with the zip of her backpack, eyes closed, envisioning the plethora of coloured tablets she’d buried inside. she could take a yellow one and make everything go away, just like that. as easy as that. the drugs were so easy, and valeria craved easy, and nothing about this was easy. a darkness festering in the pit of her stomach told her to lash out, do something to hurt nadia on purpose. but she tried to quiet it. she washed it away with a gulp of sweetened caffeine. valeria shook her head, her doe - eyes blackened with anguish. ❝ what does being us mean? what’s ‘us’? do you want me to let you do whatever you want with me whenever nobody’s looking and keep my mouth shut when they are? well i don’t want to. ❞

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nadiadelafunte:

angelic features ignited with astral astonishment, pixie-dusted cheeks deepening into a rouge color. ire was caressed in valeria’s words, pools of fiery hickory indulging into those which gazed back at her. nadia respired, divinity osculating betwixt supple lips as she hauled manicured fingertips through whorls of chocolate. her words assailed every single one of her senses, puncturing the air in tandem to repulsion rippling throughout voluptuous curves. ❝fine, then. let me ask you question, tiny. when have you ever made the first move? right. you’re correct, i wouldn’t like brooklyn. i’d loathe it actually, but it wouldn’t matter because i’d be there with you.❞ without allowing herself to appear as fragile or crippled as she felt by valeria’s revelation, nadia fiddled with her coffee mug, disregarding her hummingbird heartbeat, not once withdrawing her eyes from valeria’s watchful gaze. ❝not to mention, dylan is practically in love with you! fine, i’m cheating on my boyfriend, but so are you! he thinks you’re all in. are you? at least i’m not pretending. i haven’t spoken to adam in days,❞ she attempted to hide her distress, intertwining her syllables in a mellifluous dulcet, though they still tumble betwixt her lips doused in sorrow. ❝you never brought up the whole brunch thing either. i don’t understand. why am i the one who always has to take charge? sometimes i don’t know what to say, just like you. you want to talk about it? fine, let’s talk about it.❞ nadia swallowed, angelic features corrupt with bitterness. the slightest cascade of  heavenly chocolate whorls descend south onto the curve of her spine as she released a strawberry sigh, supple lips constructing into a pout. ❝what? you can’t talk to anyone? you think i can? have you met my mother? she’s fucking deranged. if i even mentioned kissing a girl, she would scalp my head like a barbie doll.❞ 

    her mouth twisted into a tight knot, brows furrowed. she hadn’t even thought about how unfair she was being to dylan. she did like him, wanted to spend time with him even. just not as his girlfriend. ❝ but you are pretending. you’re pretending all the time unless it’s just us and the door is locked. ❞ she fiddled with her teaspoon, scooping whipped cream from the rim of her mug. now she’d exerted herself she found it difficult to locate any source of energy inside herself. she was embarrassed, drained. she wanted to curl into herself and pretend she’d never said a thing at all. val peered up at nadia behind a string of bare lashes, still wet with melted snow. ❝ because when i try to talk about things you don’t let me. you just kiss me, or leave, or make me leave. i was waiting for you to bring it up because i thought it meant something this time. ❞ she wasn’t sure if nadia knew that she had valeria’s virginity tucked neatly into her belt. val shook her head, fighting the tears urging behind her lids. she looked at the table, her nail grooving shapes into the wood, splinters piercing her skin. ❝ so what, then? if it wasn’t for your mom we’d be - ❞ she couldn’t say together. something in the pit of her stomach told her it was one of those words that would make nadia run in the opposite direction.

[valeriaxgarza]

nadiadelafunte:

   nadia nuzzled the delicate scrunch of her nose betwixt her cashmere sweater as idyllic harmonies echoed throughout the shop. valeria’s monotonous lilt sent her on a expedition, addled physiognomy scrutinizing her with a gentle pout. something was off about her; valeria embodied a seraph, delectable purity injected into narrow veins, dripping with an abundance of saccharine. as she sat before her, she was desolate, lacklustre. nadia brought the porcelain mug to supple lips, permitting the rich syrup to coat her throat. ❝a few weeks ago, you were all about love. you have a sweet boy who’s definitely falling for you. thought you’d be happy.❞ tarnished syllables were plucked from her lips, eyes sent heavenward as she shifted in her spot. there was an unnerving hollowness to valeria’s eyes, an emptiness through which she struggled to see. her jaw descended, hanging agape as nadia bedeviled her brain, desperate to conjure up some sort of joyous deliverance to compel all of valeria’s worries to flit somewhere far, far away. she wondered whether the vacant gaze had come to disguise the blissful adoration she carried for dylan in her heart, or whether the desolation of her eyes gestured something far less satisfying. perplexed, nadia could not decipher her physiognomy. ❝maybe. but still, an invitation once in a while would be nice. i thought that’s what friends did. this is starting to feel a bit one-sided.❞ furtively, viciously, nadia prayed it was the latter. she hoped that dylan couldn’t do what she could—she hoped that he couldn’t provoke valeria’s heartbeat to thrum violently in her ears, that he couldn’t prompt sweet hips to writhe and surrender, or elicit sweet-tempered mewls from her throat, or trigger rose petals to blossom upon her cheeks.     trailing bewildered eyes in an agonizingly slow manner back to valeria, nadia emerged from the sensually sweet memories, cutting her reverie short. why did you ask me to come here? rose buds bloomed upon the apples of her cheeks as she urged the mug towards her saccharine pout, tasting sugar and cream. nadia respired, positioning the cup on the wooden table as manicured fingertips thwarted against the tabletop. ❝what do you mean? again, this is what friends do. am i not allowed to see you outside of school anymore? what’s with you?❞ velveteen fingertips moved to toy with the exquisite cut diamond at her earlobe, eyes widening. ❝you’re being weird. guess i pulled you away from your precious dylan, hm?❞ nadia sniffed as harsh words transcended into a whisper, vicious syllables drenched in envy.

      valeria was beginning to grow irritated. disquiet itched below the surface of her skin, staining her soft olive a blooming ruby. it was almost as though nadia were feigning ignorance for comedy. she couldn’t possibly be so blind? or perhaps she could. perhaps valeria had her all wrong. but their situation made no sense - how could she sit across from her and so plainly express that their relationship with one another was merely platonic? val swilled a teaspoon around in her mug, clanging against the sides. ❝ you thought i’d be happy, ❞ she repeated plainly. she had a habit of simply repeating things when she couldn’t think of what to say, or couldn’t muster the courage to say it. a few weeks ago when she was all about love, she was all about nadia. nadia and love. not dylan and love. or nadia and adam and love. nadia had to know that. she had to. the girl’s disdain when it came to her relationship with dylan was blazingly obvious by now. she was always prying, asking about him, checking up to make sure valeria hadn’t drifted from her side of the shore to his. and then she called valeria her friend. her heart felt as though it were twisting in her chest again and again, rinsing itself out until it was left dry. her eyes darted upward. ❝ it feels one - sided? to you? you think this is one - sided in my favour? ❞ she felt angry now. she couldn’t pinpoint exactly why but if it had built up in her to this extent, there had to be a reason. nadia just swept it under the rug so many times that val was beginning to forget what the reason looked like. ❝ stop calling me your friend and always mentioning dylan and pretending like its me who’s not being fair. i think this is what friends do. i think it is. ❞ she was flushed, avoiding nadia’s eyes, falling over her words. but the dam had been broken and there was little she could do to stop the water from rushing out, flooding everything. ❝ but how are we friends? you never... you never brought up what happened at brunch. you just never brought it up like it didn’t happen and you keep kissing adam at school and i don’t know what it means. what’s happening with us? are you cheating on adam with me just... just because? and why me? why no one else? if we’re just friends and it doesn’t mean anything why don’t you do it with other people, all the time? and why don’t you ever talk about it? and why am i sat here expected to act like nothing is happening when all i can do is think about it and think about it. again and again. because i can’t talk to anyone! especially not you! ❞ she heaved slowly, eyes staring square at the mug before her. suddenly the contents inside was far too sickly sweet for her to stomach.

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nadiadelafunte:

   her vision was fixated upon the reflection before her, tremulous hands gliding a hairbrush betwixt luxurious curls. nadia blinked thrice, a feeble attempt at persuading herself that it was indeed her in the mirror. still, she wasn’t convinced. a saccharine sigh descended from crimson-stained lips in tandem to the rise and fall of honeyed chest. like clockwork, mother dearest trampled inside her boudoir, physiognomy frigid, shoulders taut. ❝adam called again. he’s worried about you. what happened at your father’s brunch, nadia? you’ve been acting stranger than usual.❞ her heart came to an abrupt halt, feeling as though it had been stolen from her chest. familiar doe-eyes and onyx whorls obstructed her thoughts afore her mother shook her shoulders, plucking nadia out of her reverie and back to reality.    ❝christ, he’s infuriatingly needy. i don’t know, mom. nothing happened, really. i just have a lot going on.❞ she assembled confectionery-crafted lies, eyes of hickory lulling as she hauled the hairbrush through her curls relentlessly, a pout blossoming onto supple lips as her mother murmured something about calling adam before tomorrow. manicured fingertips delicately positioned the brush on her vanity as her gaze shifted to her phone, absent-mindedly tapping out a plethora of messages, hesitating as the pad of her fingertip hovered over adam’s text. why won’t you call me back? the crown of her head tilted heavenward as she examined the next one. you promised we’d talk. that was almost three weeks ago. are you done with me? a sardonic chuckle flitted past supple lips as she respired, her stomach floundering. there was a heavy emptiness inside, maiming and suffocating her organs.     tears of incertitude welled in her eyes; she was a crestfallen angel, her seraphic physiognomy overflowing with bewilderment. pungent nectar coursed through her veins as she thought of valeria. they’d gone on as they had prior to the brunch—secret rendezvous in the restroom cubicle, huddled together in the crook of the library, alternating betwixt sweet nothings or something analogous to a lover’s quarrel. it varied, depending on the day. does this mean you like me too? euphonious memories of that night resurfaced, nadia rolling eyes of hickory heavenward as she recollected her response—if you could call it such. she’d kissed her. nothing more, nothing less. the deed allowed her to keep whatever dignity nadia had left. love wasn’t a prospect and she refused to be diminished to a lovesick cherub, joyously plucking petals off of flowers, bewitched in a trance of she loves me, she loves me not. dense lashes fluttered as she absconded from her hypnotic stupor, eyes locked on her phone afore she cradled it in the palm of her hand. nadia opened her messages and tapped on valeria’s name. birch coffee shop. tomorrow, 1pm.     flecks of snow decorated the fogged window as velveteen fingertips tugged at the delectable buttered croissant, popping a piece betwixt supple lips. nadia peered at the door with watchful eyes, a honeyed sigh escaping parted lips. the heel of her stiletto whirled an impatient rhythm, her coffee cup nestled in her grasp. mere seconds later, her gaze found signature doe eyes and white roses blossomed in her lungs. ❝it’s about time. sit.❞ syllables were sickly-sweet and tender, her smile equally as soft. nadia shoved valeria’s coffee cup towards her, tilting her head to the side. chocolate whorls spilled over her chest as she sipped on hers. ❝caramel syrup and plenty of sweetener.❞ her tongue swirled gentle shapes on the inside of her cheek as she respired. ❝dylan’s been looking for you, you know. have you been avoiding him? every chance he gets, he nearly tackles me in the halls. it’s ridiculous.❞ interest piqued, she peered at valeria through dense lashes, erecting her posture as she quirked a brow. ❝by the way, have you noticed i’m always the one inviting you places? i never get to see brooklyn. bummer.❞

      she laid peacefully with her head nestled upon dylan’s lap, his fingers absently trawling through the softness of her raven waves, an episode of victorious flittering gaudy images upon his plasma tv screen. her fingers drummed against the hilt of his knee. ❝ why is jade always so mean to cat when cat loves jade? ❞ she mused inquisitively. a curt laugh absconded from between his lips. he tucked her hair behind her ear. ❝ what makes you think cat loves jade? ❞ she rolled onto her back to give him a pointed look. ❝ i thought it was obvious. you don’t think she does? ❞ he gazed down at her with wide italy - water eyes. ❝ well, this is a kids tv show. historically they haven’t promoted anything explicitly non - straight. it’d make all the republican parents angry. ❞ val considered this for a moment, the delicate crux of her brow creasing. dylan sometimes spoke with too many big words, too fast. she pretended to keep up with him but it was hard. ❝ what i mean is; i don’t think they’d put couples on a kids show that isn’t boy and girl, ❞ he relented with a careful softness in his tone. ❝ right, ❞ she whispered, turning back over to watch the screen.        more and more over the last couple of weeks she’d found herself ( falling ) back into dylan’s wide, waiting palms. he was easy. he kissed her in the hallways and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand in front of his friends and talked about her to his parents. he did everything he should do and he did it perfectly - but the abhorrent sensation clouded her mind every now and then that this WASN’T where she was happiest. val picked his hand up between both of hers and examined its bigness, the roughness of his knuckles, the bluntness of his nails. it just wasn’t right, and it made her feel horribly guilty. she would fall asleep tangled in her bedsheets after spending the whole day playing girlfriend with dylan, with her crestfallen seraph coaxing her thoughts, wrapping her silken limbs around them, tricking her body into thinking for a moment she might be laid beside her. but she never was. each time val found herself wrapped up in nadia in a locked broom closet or a restroom cubicle or behind the bleachers, she felt more and more distant from her when the lights came on and she left her with N O T H I N G again. and she was too quaint of heart to ever ask why. she was petrified it would scare nadia away.       her phone buzzed to life on the ground at his feet and she peered over the edge of the sofa to see the screen. nadia’s name illuminated before her and her heart jumped. ❝ i’m thirsty. ❞ she sat up, looking at him with her wide bambi eyes. he smiled, kissed her squarely on the mouth, and stood. ❝ what are you thirsty for? ❞ he walked toward the kitchen and she fumbled with her phone password. ❝ anything, i don’t mind, ❞ she mumbled, eyes tailored around her screen. birch coffee shop. tomorrow, 1pm. valeria read the message again and again. it was so empty. it was so nothing. but her heart bloomed all the same: maybe she was finally going to talk to her about what happened at the brunch, maybe she would tell her she’d broken up with adam and they were going to go travelling in europe together, maybe she’d tell her that this all had to stop and valeria’d been nothing but a MISTAKE. she chewed on the inside of her cheek and locked her phone without replying, too distracted by the wallop of her heart against her ribs to think straight.

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      snowflakes landed softly upon the slope of her nose, the tops of her cheekbones, the tips her naked eyelashes. she hugged her arms into herself a little tighter, sniffing quietly. the apples of her cheeks had bloomed a deep crimson and her eyes watered against the cold - she wasn’t used to winter being winter. she’d never lived somewhere that ever dropped below 50 degrees before new york. birch coffee shop stood at the very end of the road, the soft yellow-y light bleeding from the windows and dyeing the setting snow a ( s o f t ) peach. bare tree branches sagged around the brick like PROTECTIVE arms. she glanced up at them for a moment before ducking inside, spying nadia glowing as though it were the middle of summer in a back corner, two ivory mugs fashioned upon the small wooden table before her. val tugged her knitted, red hat off of her head and pushed it into her pockets, then her gloves, finally shrugging her coat from her shoulders and tucking it onto the back of her seat. a small smile played upon her lips. ❝ sorry. i’ve never been here before, i didn’t know where it was. ❞ she sat opposite nadia, looking plaintively down at the hot drink she scooted in her direction. her heart swelled two sizes as she recited her order to her. ❝ thank you. ❞ two frozen hands cupped the fine china, warming them through to the bone. she lifted it to her lips, eyes flitting to her opposite. her heart dropped at the mention of dylan. what was this? she’d invited her to coffee to talk about her kind - of - boyfriend? her lip blistered between the force of her teeth. ❝ i don’t avoid him. he just likes me a lot, i guess. ❞ but she knew. he told her all the time, again and again, until she felt like she wanted to stuff her ears with cotton and scream at him to stop. her response fell from her lips, blunt and deadpan, itching to move away from the subject. val looked across to nadia, eyes steady. ❝ because i know what you like and you wouldn’t like brooklyn. ❞ then again, how H O N E S T was that statement? sometimes she was convinced nadia liked her, but time and time again she was proven to be incorrect. ❝ you can come if you want. manhattan is too expensive for me anyway. ❞ she brought her coffee cup to her lips, hoping to burn away the words tangling in her throat with the heat. but she hesitated. she placed the mug back on its saucer without taking a sip. ❝ why did you ask me to come here? ❞

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nadiadelafunte:

silken sheets are nestled in her grasp as she narrowed honeyed thighs around valeria’s neck, a language doused in eroticism tumbling from supple lips as she whimpered. a philter of carnality doused betwixt her centre, steadily dripping down her thighs. nadia was sent afloat, drifting on cloud nine as she twitched, eagerly pursuing her high. valeria kept her wrapped around an abundance of requirements, a feeble gasp escaping swollen lips as she extracted her fingers from her centre. nadia was a disarray of wanton reveries and bewilderment—she could’ve sworn she was on the brink of tears as she respired, scarcely able to discern the words that valeria articulated. her lips were slightly parted as she attempted to protest, though afore she could utter a syllable, she was rewarded with the sensation of valeria’s hot, saturated tongue. a chaos of twinkling stars took place where nadia’s almost-objection reigned ere. she whimpered, tangled in chocolate tresses as she writhed about, complementing valeria’s tongue as she found her rhythm, caramelized hips swaying to and fro. nadia trembled as valeria’s lips latched onto her clit, desperately attempting to regain her grasp onto something, something that would keep her from ascending too quick. ❝don’t stop.❞ white heat unfurled throughout her physique, allowing her high to assault her senses. nadia could scarcely see, vision obscured by carnal heat. ❝i’m gonna fucking cum.❞ fire hot, intoxicating and immodest, she released a strangled cry in all of her glory. allowing her orgasm to take its toll, toes curled in tandem to lustful pleas descending betwixt swollen lips. honeyed breasts heaved aflame as she respired, blinking thrice to rid her eyes of their blur.  it took naught but mere seconds for nadia to conjure up enough ardor afore crawling towards valeria, analogous to a feline pursuing its prey. ❝your turn,❞ she whispered, syllables drenched in lust. svelte fingertips tugged her near as she nestled betwixt her thighs, eyes lit with fervor. nadia peppered gentle kisses along the apex of her inner thighs, peering at valeria through dense lashes. ❝i taste good,❞ she breathed, working her way upwards teasingly slow, ❝you taste better.❞ the tip of her tongue drew sensuous circles on her clit, delicately flicking the hardened nub as she curled two fingers inside her, working agonizingly slow. a strawberry sigh absconded betwixt supple lips, fanning across valeria’s centre as her tongue grazed along slick folds. a moan fell from her saccharine mouth as she wrapped her lips around her clit, sliding another finger inside of her in tandem to finding her tempo. nadia accelerated her pace afore swapping for a downtempo, desperate to watch valeria fall apart beneath her. she purred, lapping at her elixir, increasing the rhythm of her fingers. her face was doused in valeria’s sap as she nuzzled in deeper. it was lewd and lascivious the way nadia curled her fingers inside her, a breathy whimper tumbling from her own lips in excitement. ❝cum for me.❞

nadia writhed, val’s tongue orchestrating every twitch and jerk of her toothsome figure, sheets ruffling beneath her. her thighs pinned her head in place. her clit throbbed against her tongue as she sucked at it, curling her fingers inside saturated walls, stroking over her g - spot again and again. a gnarled cry burst from nadia’s chest, her thighs contracting around val’s face, body jerking heavenward as though she could propel herself up there. valeria slowed, pulling soaked digits from nadia’s opening to hold onto her silken hips, gently kissing at the trembling bundle of nerves between her legs. once nadia recomposed it took her but moments to take hold of val, crawling between her legs like a hunting feline. val practically trembled - her eyes were astonishing, holding her hostage, ceasing her breath. she taunted her lowly, splaying hot breath over the skin of her inner thigh. she pushed her head back into the feather - pillow and braced herself. nadia swilled her tongue over her sweet - spot and she whimpered helplessly, grasping at ivory sheets. ❝ that feels like heaven. you feel like heaven - ❞ her disjointed whispers were cut short by a strangled moan, fingers going rigid in the threads. nadia urged her fingers into her centre and her hips rolled into them. a symphony of whines plucked from her lips as nadia probed her every nerve with the soft slide of her tongue through throbbing folds. her thighs began to twitch, tightening around nadia’s neck. ❝ oh my god. ❞ her fingers grappled for her opposite, tangling through ebony tresses, pulling her deeper, needing her closer. ❝ something’s happening, i think i... i think -  ❞ she gasped so loud she almost choked on air. a searing sensation whipped through her body, curling at her toes, burning through her limbs. she felt white - hot all over. pleasure wracked through her and she cried out, eyes squeezed so tight she saw galaxies just like the ones exploding through all her muscles. her orgasm began to die out slowly and she lowered her hips back down onto the mattress, panting heavily, her chest heaving. she realised how tightly she was gripping at nadia’s hair and released her from her claws immediately. ❝ sorry, i didn’t realise - i - ❞ she fought for breath, letting a hand fall limply upon her chest. her eyes closed. ❝ does this mean you like me too? ❞

[valeriaxgarza]

nadiadelafunte:

saccharine cries corrupted the room as they worked against one another in tandem to the rise and fall of her chest. red and hot, nadia respired as valeria pushed her backwards, honeyed skin sprawled onto the duvet. she watched valeria crawl atop of her, divinity mere inches away from her physiognomy.  eyes of hickory fluttered to a close as valeria peppered kisses along her jaw, her neck, claiming her territory. a whimper floated betwixt succulent lips, eyes slightly lulled as valeria’s tongue melted against her nipple, eliciting a shiver to journey down her spine. her words penetrated her ears, carnal in their deliverance; nadia could do naught but nod delicately. she wanted to bellow out, beg valeria to get on with it already, but before she could say anything, svelte fingers found her clit. nadia gaped, pleasure blossoming onto angelic physiognomy, wanton whimpers descending from supple lips. the purity that dripped from softened syllables caused nadia’s spine to erect, rendering to a strewed disarray of emotions, lascivious mewls escaping parted lips. ❝right there,❞ she cried, eyes aimed heavenward. she gasped as valeria’s thumb toyed with her swollen clit, helpless fingertips grasping aggressively at the silken sheets, statuesque legs warping as she attempted to discern right from left, high from low, moon from sun, reality from fantasy. ❝y-yes, don’t stop. shit.❞ mellifluous whimpers were articulated with such lust, promiscuous in the way she inches forward, desperate for more. profanities slipped from supple lips as valeria drove two fingertips inside her, curling ever so slightly. ❝fuck. faster, please,❞ she commanded, toes curling as she attempted to hoist the crown of her head upward. a strangled moan fell from her lips helplessly in tandem to tangling her fingertips in valeria’s tresses. supple thighs quivered pathetically as she felt desire flaring in her stomach, her orgasm building in the deepest pit. ❝i’m…fuck, i’m gonna cum.❞

valeria was bewitched - she watched the ethereal seraph stripped back to her bare skin, writhing and helpless to the rhythms val created rocking in and out of her, massaging the bundle of nerves throbbing between her thighs. she could do this f o r e v e r. nadia whined softly, rigid paws stiffening in egyptian cotton, svelte thighs wrangling val’s neck, spine arced, chest raised heavenward, head thrown back. val’s fingers crooned inside her, stroking over her g - spot again and again, faster when she requested so. her thumb was soaked, slipping around her pearled clit, watching the wetness slide down to her knuckles. val gazed at the way her centre took hold of her pumping fingers, watched the physical twitch of her clit as she worked it. she whimpered softly. it was fucking heavenly. ❝ don’t cum yet, ❞ she hummed. she didn’t want to stop yet. her fingers pulled gently out of her entrance, dripping with nadia’s lust. val examined them, enamoured, then glanced up at nadia through a bristle of heavy lashes. ❝ i wanna know what you taste like first. what you feel like on my tongue. ❞ val held the backs of nadia’s thighs and lowered her face to her centre, running her blush muscle through the soaked folds. her eyes rolled, fluttering to a close. ❝ oh my god. ❞ her lips closed around her clit and she felt it pulsate against her tongue. she sucked on it gently, nipping at the bundle with a careful intensity. she wanted her to feel it in her bones. val let her tongue explore her opening - sliding over soaked lips, folds, slipping it as deep into her warm entrance as she could. her own centre throbbed desperately. ❝ okay, now you can cum. ❞ she stopped exploring her for her own pleasure and latched onto her clit, began lapping it needfully like it were her sustenance. she pushed three fingers inside her, began rocking them into her in rhythm with her tongue folding over her clit again and again and again.

[valeriaxgarza]

nadiadelafunte:

valeria’s disarranged pleas, fluttering lids, and air-whipped whines was enough to elicit a squirm from her own physique. nadia’s name dripped from valeria’s lips, sickly-sweet, and she felt analogous to a balloon desperate to pop. smooth fingertips spurred and roused her slick folds, prodding deeper in tandem to her tongue nuzzling, nipping further. ❝god, you’re so fucking wet.❞ her syllables were doused in eroticism, eyes lulling as she proliferated the pace. nadia released valeria’s clit, supple lips retreating with a popping sound. the ache betwixt her thighs was dizzying and she was desperate to quench it. nadia discarded her undergarments, voluptuous curves careening themselves around valeria’s physique as she unfurled statuesque thighs, positioning her centre against valeria’s. she twitched softly, blinking thrice as honeyed hip bones grated, slick coat of pink cushion gliding against valeria’s. ❝fuck,❞ she whimpered, wanton mewls tumbling from swollen lips. she interchanged rhythms, opting for downtempo afore the sensation of valeria’s clit grazing against her’s propelled her into a down spiral. nadia was held spellbound, her heart pummeling frantically, tongue-tied and sight blurry. she contorted her body to the left in tandem to a gasp escaping parted lips. nadia peered at valeria through dense lashes, wholly mesmerized. ❝you feel so fucking good.❞

   nadia pulled away from her and val watched wide - eyed as she slid her intimates over the silk of her thighs. she removed her fluffed sweater as a jerk - reaction: a GUT instinct. val had always been so conscious in matters of exposing too much of herself to people she didn’t want looking at her, but a doubt failed to even taint her mind as she undressed for her counterpart. her lips fell open, ruby lipstick s m e a r e d down her chin, allowing nadia to handle her however she wished. the girl parted her thighs and gently lowered the heat of her centre onto valeria’s. val groaned so loud she almost became wary of passersby in the halls or fellow neighbours overhearing her libidinous whines. her eyes rolled so far back into her head she felt them straining. ❝ oh my god... ❞ she whimpered. she outstretched an arm to nadia, tightly wreathing her fingers around her bicep to ground herself. she was sure she might float away was she not anchored to her opposite. her heart beat so violently against her ribs it felt like they might break. a paradisal euphoria burned through her veins as nadia ground softly into her, and she was sure no one had EVER felt this good ever before - this was a sensation made just for her, a sensation only nadia could give to her. she felt the throb of slicked clits sliding over one another and she ached in her bones. every curse word she knew clogged in her throat and she grasped harder at nadia’s arm, pulling her in deeper. nadia peered at her. valeria could have cried. she was so fucking beautiful and she felt so fucking good. nadia taunted her, her throat producing a low, rasped sound that made val’s head spin. she became overwhelmed with the desire to touch her - please her, try to make nadia feel even half of what she was.    she righted herself, pushing nadia back onto the mattress and crawling over her. ❝ i wanna make you feel what you just made me feel. i wanna make you feel so good you can’t keep quiet, ❞ she whispered softly, brazenly sinking her smeared cerise pout into nadia’s. val began to leave crimson lip - prints down her jaw, her neck, the rounds of her pert breasts. her hands cupped the buxom protrusions, kneading softly. just touching nadia made her centre throb. she pulled away to gaze at the ( seraphic ) vision before her - nadia’s barcelona - bronzed canvas littered with blood - red kisses, chest heaving. she smiled softly, her tongue rolling out to flick her hardened nipple, swirling softly around the gem. she hummed against her skin, her lips leaving marks lower and lower down her torso. ❝ i wanna make you feel good... ❞ she placed a kiss on her hip. ❝ down... ❞ one on her inner thigh. ❝ here, ❞ she breathed finally. she laid on her stomach between nadia’s thighs, prising them apart with careful hands. her centre opened up before her like a prize to be won. she almost went D I Z Z Y just seeing her laid out before her like that - she wanted to devour her. she wasn’t nervous at all. she was so desperate to watch nadia squirm for her that she thought of nothing else. she just wanted to play with her, see which buttons did what. she faced her centre with nadia’s thighs hooked around her shoulders. she gave her a passing glance before returning her attention the slick folds oozing in front of her. val ran a lone finger through the middle and watched, entirely enamoured, as nadia’s swollen lips parted between at her touch. her thumb pushed through saturated folds to find her clit. ❝ here? ❞ she whispered, an almost innocent curiosity in her voice. she used her other hand to part her vagina and pull back the hood of her clit, then let her thumb slowly circle the hardened bundle. ❝ does that feel good? ❞ her voice was hoarse, and she already knew the answer. she just wanted to hear her say it. val massaged her throbbing clit and slowly urged two fingers inside her, curling gently at her g - spot, then pulling back out again to create a soft rhythm. ❝ what about this? ❞

[valeriaxgarza]

nadiadelafunte:

millions of goosebumps kissed caramel skin as valeria brushed over her nipple, causing a heavenly whimper to pierce the air. much like the predatory sirens she was frequently compared to, nadia could almost smell the fragrance of lust wafting off of her physique. captivated, her movements were sexually-charged, dripping with carnality. nadia outstretched her hands, nudging her backwards. valeria peeked at her, eyes glimmering with tears. ❝if you want to stop, we’ll stop. just say the word,❞ she whispered, tenderness lingering upon the tip of her tongue. she slid down the span of her hips afore yanking her underwear down creamed thighs, casting the fabric aside. a saccharine sigh swirled from betwixt supple lips as she grazed her thumb against lush folds. nadia wandered the lusciousness of her centre, gently increasing pressure as she peered at valeria through dense lashes. she allowed her index finger to submerge slightly, circling over her swollen clit, one that solicited to be nipped at. she whorled supple lips over valeria’s clit, lips meshing against pink matter—nadia moaned for her with saccharine-laced hymns, crooning her holier than her god ever had, sickly-sweet philter from the force of her succulent tongue. she ushered her index finger deeper, modifying her rhythmic tempo, greedily lapping at valeria’s clit, placing dulcet hymns of praise with the utmost care. 

nadia whimpered in response to valeria’s touch. val gasped. her stomach flurried - she could make her g a s p. a feeble smile began to tease her lips. ❝ no. please don’t stop. ❞ nadia slipped out of her shaking hands, abruptly tearing away val’s soused intimates. her mouth fell open. sexual experiences had always made her so nervous, but with nadia she wasn’t nervous at all. the butterflies erupting in her stomach were derived from pure E C S T A S Y. her entire body flinched when the pad of nadia’s thumb slipped through her soused folds. ❝ nadia! ❞ she squeaked quietly, her eyes fluttering shut. her fingers twined tightly into the sheets, knuckles lily - white. val squirmed, head thrown back against the pillow. she’d never experienced ecstasy like this. boys had slipped their hands into her panties before, but all she did was make the noises she thought she should make until they stopped. this was otherworldly. nadia wrapped her lips around val’s clit and her body almost leaped away at the intensity of the sensation. her eyes flew open, fists balled tight into the duvet. nadia hummed a soft moan against her centre and she swore she felt the vibrations reverberating all through her figure. her lids fluttered softly, lenses rolling back to the ceiling. ❝ oh my god. ❞ nadia urged a finger inside her until she found a rhythm. her tongue folded over her clit and it felt like heaven - like she’d taken all her different pills at once and they were stroking her every nerve ending, electrifying the bundle between her silken thighs. val whined pathetically, eyes squeezed so tight she saw kaleidoscopic patterns behind her lids. her hips began to rock in time with nadia’s finger ebbing in and out of her. she instinctively reached for her, entangling trembling hands through her hair. she rocked into her, gently riding her tongue, a symphony of siren calls swilling from her lips. ❝ shit. shit. nadia. fucking . . . ❞

[valeriaxgarza]

nadiadelafunte:

nadia inched herself closer, entwining her fingertips into valeria’s tresses afore sweeping the pad of her thumb along her cheek. ❝me, too.❞ candid words left her in a dulcet coated essence as she gazed into doe-eyes, her rapt innocence nearly impossible to resist. her movements were fluent as she came to take her place upon her lap; her own personal throne, as she saw it. nadia’s heart pattered a frantic melody against its ribcage as she tugged her turtleneck sweater over the crown of her head in tandem to her chest undulating. valeria’s kiss tasted sweeter than before and she was desperate to make this moment last for eternity—–the swell of nadia’s breasts came pronounced as she leaned into her, their bodies softening together as one. supple lips melded into valeria’s neck as she situated kisses along the flesh, eyes lit with eagerness. she tilted her head to an angle as she explored the skin right below her jawline with an almost naive sense of excitement. her lips fastened at the flesh, tenderly sucking like valeria was hers to play with. prominent nipples grazed valeria’s shirt in tandem to a feeble gasp blossoming betwixt swollen lips, nadia’s eyes fluttering shut. the realms of exploration was continuous, like there were miles and miles of territory left unscathed and nadia was desperate to make her mark. the ache in her heart matched the one between her thighs as she tugged at the waistband of valeria’s plaid skirt.

nadia slid a velvet thigh across her middle, entrapping valeria’s hips between her legs. her breathing grew jagged, the butterflies in her stomach morphing into high - voltage sparks ravaging at the lining. she’d never done this before. not with a girl and not with someone who felt like she’d set herself on fire for if they asked her to. her mouth fell agape to stutter but all that fell out a choked silence. her eyes grew immense watching the turtleneck slide gracefully over nadia’s head, her ebony tresses spilling out of the neckline. val blinked. she was sure her heart had stopped. the swell of her breasts sitting atop a lithe waist was something like art - it transcended art. valeria loved art but this was different. her entire body grew hot. she was frozen, her heavily lidded eyes following the spill of nadia’s chest as she came closer. nadia sank her lips into her neck and valeria wondered for a moment how it made nadia feel knowing she had her teeth locked firmly into val’s heart. her hands hovered for a moment before locking around nadia’s middle. her skin was heaven - like bronzed silk, slipping around beneath her fingertips. an ache began to throb between her legs. she gasped, eyes flitting wide open. nadia sucked and bit and lashed the skin of her neck with her tongue. val writhed, soft whimpers eliciting from her lips. ❝ shit, ❞ she hissed lowly. she’d never felt like this, not e v e r. it was as though her body was screaming at her for a release she wasn’t sure how to give it. she squirmed, her hands roaming up nadia’s stomach. one reached her neck and hooked it, the other finding the swell of her chest. her breathing almost ceased entirely. her palm softly rippled over the buxom shape, fingertips finding a hardened pearl at the centre. she could have exploded. she felt as though she just might. nadia’s fingers hooked the waistband of her skirt and val responded instantaneously, her hips rising to allow the material to slip away from her figure. the heat between her thighs was unimaginable. she didn’t know what she was doing - not a clue. and despite the unforgiving wallop of her heart she knew she could trust nadia. she trusted she could trust her. val’s hands cupped nadia’s face to bring her to a head. she held her eyes, watery and full and slightly wary, but mostly eager and absolutely heartsick. she wasn’t sure what to say - she just hoped nadia knew. she thought she would.

[valeriaxgarza]

nadiadelafunte:

nadia was mesmerized—she listened with rapt intrigue, valeria’s words eliciting butterflies to run riot in the deepest pit of her stomach. the crown of her head weighed heavy on her shoulders, heart pulsating with a succulent echo, her chest heated with a irrefutable softness. daffodils blossomed in her gut as well as tickling lyre strings; strings that had not been played upon since the last time she had been enveloped by adam for the first time. though what she was experiencing at this very moment couldn’t be compared. valeria was something out of a fairy-tale, her signature doe-eyes endlessly scintillated with innocence, her mouth sickly-sweet. the edges of supple lips curled in to a small frown, thin brows creasing as eyes of hickory scrutinized soft features. ❝wind is impossible to catch and the sea is unpredictable. i’d say i’m difficult.❞ a saccharine smile blossomed onto angelic physiognomy in tandem to releasing a strawberry sigh. ❝but that’s okay. it’s better to be difficult than to be an open book. i like that you’re one of the few people who understands me.❞ she felt as if she was on cloud nine as the sweetest coat of champagne envenomed her veins, the alcohol stirring dulcet symphonies in her head. manicured fingertips curl around a macaron afore she inched closer to valeria, supple lips occupied by pearled teeth as her eyes flutter. ❝mhm. and we’ll never have to cook, because we’ll go out to five-star restaurants every night. well, not every night. i guess burgers from a fast food joint wouldn’t be so bad. as long as i’m with you, doesn’t really matter.❞ nadia giggled, placing a chaste kiss to valeria’s shoulder, a kiss to her cheek. a blissful sort of stupor enthralled her as she placed her lips on valeria’s, analogous to two star-crossed lover’s ultimately finding their way back to one another. 

    sleepy eyes hugged a throng of decorated lashes, peering wistfully at the curl of nadia’s supple pout around a macaron. an unholy ideation unfurled in her head. she shook it away, tearing her gaze from the sensuous image. despite her inability to cease the stream of consciousness slipping from her tongue just moments prior, she was rendered wordless. nadia edged closer, closer, twisting her lips around sweet fantasies and sugared treats and val had to close her eyes and focus her breathing when she pictured juice oozing from a burger sliding down nadia’s chin. her eyes snapped open. was this wrong? was she being... bad? a chaste giggle reverberated against nadia’s glossed sepals. val glanced to her, unprepared for the sight of her so dangerously close. nadia pressed her mouth prettily upon val’s bare shoulder. a shiver braided up her spine. she held her breath, watching her, lids twitching softly. she moved slowly. she could feel tension thickening beneath her surface. ❝ as long as i’m with you, ❞ she repeated uselessly, her voice a hoarse whisper. she was beginning to realise that nadia TERRIFIED her. her heart yammered violently. she was frozen in place. nadia brazenly pressed her lips to valeria’s. she inhaled, suddenly enamoured with the enchantment of the kiss. nadia’s lips felt like something close to a home she’d never had. her hands hovered, hesitantly cupping nadia’s face, gently urging her closer. her movements were tentative, wary of something creeping up on them and snatching nadia right from beneath her.

[valeriaxgarza]

 an honest confession tumbled from valeria’s lips, one doused in a saccharine melody, eliciting the incessant pitter-patter of her heart, akin to a winter-birds chirp. never the people i’m looking right at. nadia swallowed, customary bitter features saturated in tenderness—something she was now accustomed to when she was in valeria’s presence. ❝i can see that,❞ she whispered, dulcet words spoken so softly that even she could barely register them. ❝love is….it’s like a puzzle, but when a person sees someone like you, you know, gentle, soft, and kind? it’s easy to fall.❞ nadia shook her head dismissively, desperately trying to clear her mind, which was an arduous task considering valeria penetrated almost every thought. she brought the bottle to her supple lips, permitting the saccharine sweetness to douse her tongue. ❝you think about me a lot?❞ she outstretched manicured fingertips, belligerently seizing the stem of a cherry afore dangling the fruit right above her lips. ❝am i that difficult? i mean, adam promises i’m like a maze, but i don’t trust any man’s opinion, really.❞ she popped the cherry into her mouth, respiring in tandem to discarding the stem to the left. nadia blinked thrice as copious bewilderment blossomed onto her physiognomy at valeria’s honeyed words. ❝don’t you want to stay with your family? no college? no dylan?❞ she tilted her head to an angle, the strawberry champagne sloshing about in her stomach. ❝do you like spain? venice? the hamptons?❞ her chest began to rise and fall as effervescent giggles blossomed from her lips, fingertips tightening around the bottle. ❝i don’t know. i’ll travel a lot at first, i know that. but then, i’ll come home.❞ her words were drizzled in certainty, eyes glossed over from the elixir. ❝yeah. i’ll come home, but i’ll buy my own place so i don’t have to look at my mother every day. up for the challenge?❞ her query came soft and enticing, analogous to fresh red wine. 

  L O V E. the word left her lips like a kiss - sweet and easy, heavy and tender. valeria inhaled as though she’d be able taste it swirling around in the air if she tried hard enough. she imagined it tasted like steamed strawberry, summer fruits, a hot white chocolate drop. hearing that lone syllable pronounced upon nadia’s tongue made her heart flutter; it felt as though it had grown so big it was clogging her airways. ❝ someone like me, ❞ she mumbled, wide - eyed and open. she didn’t intend to elicit a response: she simply wanted to wash the phrase around in her mouth, see what it tasted like. perhaps it was someone like her that would make someone like nadia fall. you think about me a lot? valeria opened up as though it were the easiest thing in the world: ❝ yes. ❞ she nodded; a small movement, almost a twitch. her hands felt empty without nadia’s. she flexed her fingers, reached for a champagne bottle instead. her head was beginning to perform a low waltz, kicking up the bubbles until they floated from her ears. ❝ you are not difficult, ❞ val insisted, furrowing her brow. she tried to collect her thoughts, string the right words together. ❝ you’re like. um. the wind. or the sea. you go one way and its easy and its beautiful and i can chase the way the air’s going, you know? or the tide. i can run with it. and then it changes direction and goes the other way but i’m still running the wrong way and i get knocked over. ❞ her face contorted with frustration. she hadn’t gotten the words right. she almost NEVER did. a hulk of champagne coated her throat, smoothed out the jagged edges. val sighed. ❝ i like all those places. i’ve never been, but i know i like them. i’ve never been some place i didn’t like. and - ❞ 24 - karat orbs glittered, eager, snapping up to meet nadia’s. ❝ if i’m there with you i won’t even notice it, probably. ❞ she was drunk now - falling over words and thoughts and feelings, all ( w h i r l i n g ) together into a swilled clump. ❝ yes. yes. yes. i’ll go anywhere. we’ll get our own house and we can have tables always full of those little pink and purple and green and brown sandwich things that i just had and strawberries and croissants and chocolate. and a fridge full of alcohol. a room thats just a bed. just one big bed. and it’ll just be us. ❞

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 manicured fingertips tighten their grip around valeria’s afore giving her’s a tight squeeze. valeria’s touch was delicate, almost life-nurturing. nadia breathed in tandem to a strawberry sigh escaping supple lips, eyes half-lidded, merriment oozing from her celestial being. when the wintry chill of nadia’s bones became immense, valeria was there to extinguish the chill to keep the petals from wilting, her own personal sun, lily of the valley. the tenderness she expressed in turn was enough to warm her heart, a honeyed pout blossoming onto her physiognomy. ❝that’s never happened to me. i’ve only been in one relationship, one real relationship. adam.❞ dulcet syllables were plucked from behind full-bodied lips, blinking thrice as she mulled over valeria’s words. ❝dylan is….sweet. sometimes i wish adam was that easy to read. you’re lucky.❞ she smirked minutely, the action not noticeable if one hadn’t been watching. valeria’s hesitancy concerning dylan caused nadia to feel light, almost airy. she chose the blame it on the alcohol. ❝sometimes, yeah. i mean, i know i’m confusing, but i think you get me. well, more than anyone else does around here. maybe i needed that, someone from the outside world.❞ she took another swing, strawberry champagne pirouetting on the tip of her tongue. nadia had built this dangerous game, constructed it through and through, a game of manipulation, a game of gentle steps and dulcet hymns and thoughts; and she was losing. truthfully, she’d bid a goodbye to the game long ago—she just hated to admit it. ❝i’ve never met my grandparents. my mother and her parents are estranged, and my father’s parents passed. it would be nice to experience that with someone else. one day.❞ nadia respired wistfully, a honeyed sigh tumbling from supple lips. ❝question. any plans after graduation? we’ve only got a few more months left in that hell hole. i’ve been counting down the days.❞

  valeria recognised the gentle thawing of nadia’s encasing - she became a slight more transparent each time, each touch. she was fascinating. a glowing, throbbing ember sheathed with opaque obsidian. every glimpse valeria caught enamoured her more than the last. she watched nadia’s fingers tauten around her own and her heart swelled. ❝ i’ve never been in a real relationship. i didn’t mean it like that. but just. people always seem to fall into me when i’m turned away. you know? never the people i’m looking right at. ❞ their eyes entrapped one another’s, gilded orbs dancing along the prismatic hues. she willed nadia to keep talking, keep opening up, keep letting her chest break apart. it was a stunning thing. her stomach performed neat pirouettes at the thought of the picture being just hers to keep - nobody else allowed to see. ❝ the outside world, ❞ valeria repeated softly, trying it around her tongue for size. she supposed she was an alien when in the presence of the likes of the de la funtes. she quite liked it. she liked not fitting in where she wasn’t supposed to fit in: it made her feel less like she was doing something wrong and more like a happy cherry atop a cake that hadn’t been made for sweet embellishments. ❝ i like knowing you, though. i think i do know some things about you quite well. i think about them a lot... the things i know. i practice them like when you study for a test. ❞ valeria considered nadia’s question. her brow tightened. nobody ever asked about her future - nobody ever had any hope for it. so valeria never gave it a thought. not really. her lip rolled between her teeth. ❝ no... ❞ she mumbled, her eyes falling. val unclasped her fingers from nadia’s and wrapped both hands around the champagne bottle, swallowing a stomach - fulls worth. her lips popped as the pulled the mouth away. ❝ maybe i can just come with you. ❞

[valeriaxgarza]

 a blithe hum billowed betwixt full-bodied lips as she shifted in her spot, delectable treats and pastries overflowing atop her plate as she warily positioned them to her side. nadia lifted the bottle to her lips again, allowing the saccharine elixir to ooze down her throat afore respiring. a small portion of her wished that she’d known valeria from the start—she furtively wondered how abstract her world would’ve transpired. the duo sharing their first sips of rosé together, carelessly bickering over the same bottle. taking hasty field-trips to barney’s without their parent’s permission, adam and dylan’s existence converting into a non-factor. that was the superior part of this world—nadia understood that to acquire the good, you must encounter the ugly as well. learning to adore your nannies an abundance more than your own parents, growing accustomed to the way your heart ached, bedeviled with the horrendous sorrow of loneliness. nadia respired, slipping from her dream world. even with all the hardships, she preferred them like this, she’d decided.  ❝he must really adore you, then,❞ she whispered, muted envy intertwined in each syllable. ❝men love to play hard to get, sometimes even more than women. they hate to admit it, but they love being chased. if he’s opposed to playing any games, then he might be in it for the long haul.❞ nadia lifted a fudge dipped strawberry to her cherried pout, the sudden taste abrupt, unforeseen. she inhaled, the taste of strawberries and the saccharine sweetness of confectioneries swathing the inside of her mouth. ❝you’re right, this shit is fucking amazing. can’t believe this is what i’ve been missing out on. wow.❞ there was a sweetness in the way valeria spoke her name, dulcet syllables spilling from her lips. nadia relished in it, outstretching her hand afore grasping onto valeria’s desperately. ❝it’s fair. it’s weird, you aren’t from my world at all, but i think you’re the one who understands me the most.❞ the cream cocoa dissolved upon her tongue as she took another bite. ❝when do i get to meet your parents?❞

  her brow quirked, gaze edging over nadia’s seraphic silhouette. ❝ huh, ❞ she mused, indulging cerise swells around the mouth of a champagne bottle. it dawned on her that perhaps she WAS being unfair, after all. did dylan really like her that much? he wanted her for a long time, not just for the now - time? she hadn’t checked her messages from him all day. her eyes spattered upon her phone for a brief moment. ❝ i’m not sure how i always end up in relationships i didn’t mean to end up in but never the ones i try to end up in. you know? things always fall into place when you’re not looking. ❞ the bubbles carbonated in her thoughts, fizzing and popping between her ears. her body was a feather - weight; only clawed back down to earth by the desperate pull of nadia’s closed fist around hers. she blinked, coated lashes fanning, ogling awe - struck at her opposite. looking at her was like looking directly into the sun, dazzling and painful. she swallowed the thick lump that had congealed in her throat. ❝ you think i understand you? ❞ valeria felt as though she was TUMBLING right into nadia’s gilded hues, swimming among the gold. ❝ sometimes i think i try so hard to understand you that i get lost, and i don’t understand anything at all. ❞ she squeezes her hand around nadia’s. ❝ you want to meet my - ❞ she paused. ideations of nadia striding through her brooklyn flat stirred among her thoughts. something about it was so ( f o r e i g n ). she was too big, too beautiful to stand somewhere so... unworthy of her. val dropped her eyes. she looked at their fingers, tightly intertwined, and things seemed a bit less scary for a moment. ❝ i don’t know. and, um. it’s just mi papa and mi abuelita. mi madre... she’s um. i don’t know. ❞ she wasn’t sure she wanted nadia to meet her father. he wouldn’t take kindly to her - he didn’t take kindly to most. ❝ mi abuelita would love you, i think. you’d love her. she’s funny. mean, like you. but mean in the good way like you too. ❞ val leaned over nadia, selecting a chocolate - tipped strawberry, her other hand still woven with nadia’s. ❝ i think for now just being us is special. maybe one day if you meet mi familia it’ll be like... when things are different. when we can be us outside, too. ❞

[valeriaxgarza]

  she was swathed in superiority, a sinful blend of sweet and sour cradling her brittle bones as she tilted the crown of her head, lustrous chocolate curls framing her angelic face. nadia acquired mind that raced a mile a minute, gliding through loopholes with a finesse that one would anticipate from a war strategist. she was apathy and greed individually wrapped in a bow with an abundance of sickly-sweet saccharine to top it off. she was the most powerful piece on the board. adam shifted in his spot, averting his gaze towards her reluctantly. feigning awe, nadia’s right hand outstretched to press atop comeply cleavage, lashes kissing the tops of her cheeks. ❝so?❞ she rolled her shoulders in tandem to filling her plate to the brim with pastries. ❝we’ll talk later.❞ manicured fingertips plucked the ripe fruit from the table, giggling as it toppled onto her plate, whorls of childlike gaiety blossoming onto seraphic physiognomy. did you invite dylan? nadia swallowed a strawberry sigh as her nose quirked in aggravation. nadia had only extended the invite to feign cordiality—she hadn’t foreseen him accepting the offer, yet there he was. something akin to tenderness caused butterflies to run riot in the deepest pits of her stomach at valeria’s words, her eyes consumed with pure delight. ❝grab whatever you can fit in your tiny arms, especially champagne bottles. i know a place.❞   nadia pivoted softly upon her heels, the staccato rhythm reverberating in her ears as she slid the key card through the interstice, eyes half-lidded as manicured fingertips kissed the silk duvet, her curves dissolving into the california king. ❝perks of hosting a brunch in a hotel. you can sneak off into a room and no one will ever find you.❞ supple lips part eagerly, allowing the philter to coat her throat. ❝i’m confused. why don’t you want to see dylan? aren’t you two a thing now?❞

  nadia dismissed adam as though she were doing nothing more than discarding of her trash. she busied herself with fashioning various treats and pastries atop fine china, adam furrowing his brow behind her. his eyes stilled upon the crown of her glossed tresses for a moment as though she would change her mind, right herself, ask him to stay. but she acted as though he’d already gone. he pivoted slowly, glanced back once more, then immersed himself into the chattering crowd. valeria denoted the scrunch of nadia’s nose upon the mention of dylan - an innate response to the plaguing of ones heart with JEALOUSY. a smile fought to conquer her ruby pout, but she suppressed it, ensnaring her lips upon the rim of a third champagne flute. the bubbles flurried the lining of her stomach, bursting, sending the air right to her head. her mouth fell open. ❝ forreal? i can just take the whole bottles and - ? ❞ but nadia was already rushing away, tugging at her hand. val wedged three champagne bottles under her arm and put a whole macaroon in her mouth before being urged to part with the buffet table. val, once again, trotted along happily in nadia’s wake. perhaps the shadow would keep the light just low enough to stop her from seeing the harsh reality of the situation. nadia hauled the pair into a luxe suite, wealth dripping from the walls. valeria nestled herself at the foot of the bed, cuban - bronzed stems soothing against egyptian silk, eyes floating over nadia’s sprawled silhouette. she tipped a several - thousand dollar champagne bottle to her lips, gulping down as much as she could endure in one swig. the back of her hand swept along her mouth, smudging the crimson lipstick. ❝ are we? i don’t know. i think we are. he texts a lot. calls sometimes. ❞ she mulls it over, head tilted. eventually she crawls up the mattress to lay beside nadia. ❝ i do want to see him. just not right now. you know? we never get OUR time. something always ruins it. ❞ val reaches for one of the champagne bottles, urging it into nadia’s hasp, then takes another for herself. ❝ i think i just want to get drunk, and... ❞ she rolls onto her back, swallows another mouthful, and gazes up at the chandelier decorating the ceiling in prismatic lights. ❝ just, like. pretend they aren’t... i don’t know. do you know what i mean? it’s just us in here, nadia. nothing outside has to matter. right? or is that, um, is that not fair? ❞

[valeriaxgarza]

  chagrin mirrored itself in eyes of hickory in tandem to a roll towards the heavens. callousness began to feast on restless bones, striking her with puissant force beneath the sugar of her skin. nadia realized that there wasn’t much her mother could do without implicating herself—the sustainable boxes that sat in her father’s office would cause the de la funte family to fall to their demise. it would be easy for her to feign innocence, acting as if she knew naught about the wicked scandals that were bound to make headlines resulting in mother dearest’s inevitable downfall. there nadia would stand, relishing in her victories. she jarred precipitously, rousing herself out of blissful reveries, a dreamy sigh escaping sugar spun lips. she felt her mother tense at valeria’s words and nadia felt the need to escape from the vigor of her incessant fury so they could receive a second to breathe. nadia stood with fortitude, lacing manicured fingertips within the interstices of valeria’s, desperately hauling her along afore her mother could get another word out. nadia respired, relief flooding her senses as they towered over buffet table, delicately adorned with crystals and white roses—her mother’s favorite. ❝have whatever you’d like. especially the alcohol. can’t let all of the expensive shit go to waste, can we?❞   delectable fragrances wafted from the table as she inhaled, childlike in her grandeur. sweets had never been a prospect, especially because her mother forbid it, but she was too unbothered to care. she was desperate to experience what she never had the chance to—a delicious sugar high. real toe-curling gaiety that knew no bounds. merriment that would rupture, that would ascend organically from the deepest pits of her stomach. a feeling she had dangled in front of her like bait many times prior, only to have it plucked from arms reach. ❝is she your pet now? seems like she never fucking leaves your side.❞ all happiness began to ebb and fade as a familiar voice infiltrated her ears. nadia exhaled, throwing a fleeting glance towards adam, eyes narrowed into serpentine slits. she retrieved the tongs, silently choosing from the array of dulcet treats, lashes kissing the tops of her cheeks. ❝come on, babe. don’t be like that, it was a joke. forgive me?❞ she rolled her shoulders, averting her gaze towards adam. ❝fine. apologize to tiny. maybe then, i’ll grace you with my presence again. depends.❞ incredulity cloaked his features until he realized her words were sincere. ❝wow, uh…okay. valeria, i’m an ass. it was a joke, really. sorry.❞ a sly smirk quirked at the ends of supple lips as she shifted in her spot, maneuvering her frame to face valeria, eagerly awaiting her response.

  nadia’s fingers filled the gaps between valeria’s. she hummed merrily, trotting behind her like a trained pet. ❝ where are we going? ❞ she chirped, practically skipping. she’d been able to toss foul insinuations at nadia’s mother with zero consequence, and she considered that a success. ❝ oh. ❞ delight flurried in the pit of her stomach. her fingers hovered above flutes of fine champagne and delectable treats, eyes wide. she plucked a glass, bubbling with elixir, in one hand and a teeming pink macaroon in the other. her lips wrapped around the succulent sugar, indulging in the taste. her eyes grew immense. ❝ this is the best thing i’ve ever tasted and i’m not even being dramatic, ❞ she digressed, wiping crumbs from the corners of her mouth. val washed it down with a mouthful of champagne, turning around, only for the merriment fizzing in her chest to be doused with thick tar. adam approached, a SNIDE remark ripe upon his tongue. she grumpily took another bite of the macaroon, averting her eyes. nadia castigated him, forcing him to apologise. val held her breath. she stared at him, long lashes fanning around deep - auric orbs. and he really did it. perhaps he was in a better mood today - or perhaps he was just as afraid of losing nadia as the next sensical man. she mulled him over, turning the thought of him upside down, inside out in her head. all the while patiently nibbling upon the pink cushion wedged between her fingertips, drawing out the long pause. she swallowed the last bite, felt it settle in her stomach, then looked up at him brightly. ❝ it’s fine! ❞ val grinned, gulping down an entire flute of champagne in one go. she picked up another. ❝ i’m over it now. and i want to have fun today. this seems like fun, all of it. and the alcohol is all free! did you know that? you can just have it. ❞ she paused, glancing over his shoulder, spying a mop of curly raven hair bobbing among the crowd. ❝ nadia, did you invite dylan? i don’t want to see him yet. i want to spend time with you. ❞ she weaved her fingers between nadia’s, swinging their hands to and fro.

[valeriaxgarza]

  ❝oh, i’m sure.❞ her mother’s words evoked a gentle tilting of a crown, graciously adorned with lustrous, chocolate tresses. nadia cleared her throat in tandem to descending thick lashes, obliviously striking the ball of her stiletto heel against the opulent floor, cheeks flaring a rosy-pink, akin to a rosebush on a summer’s day. nadia rested her chin in the palm of her dainty hands, eyes lit with adoration as valeria prattled on and on about affairs that might’ve appeared inconsequential to everyone else— but truthfully, this exact moment had been the highlight of her day, but of course she’d never admit it. ❝nope. thought you’d want to skip it. this shit isn’t the most exciting thing in the world, really. only good thing about it is the booze.❞ laura blanched, her crystalline glass colliding onto the marble tabletop causing nadia to erect her spine, posture pristine as she swirled her tongue against the inside of her cheek. ❝you should be grateful your father allowed you to come. you know where you’d be if it were up to me.❞ honeyed lips parted in rebuttal, desperate to fling vile insults back at her mother, but the overwhelming fear settled into her hollow bones, ceasing the quarrel before she even had the chance to bite back. delicate syllables softspoken, nadia averted her gaze to valeria, words even more tender than the softest of petals. ❝talk. eat. wait for the guest of honor to make their big speech. afterwards, people usually go around giving out compliments that they don’t mean just so they can receive one in return,❞ nadia giggled, swallowed whole by spring-kissed daffodils. ❝it’s quite sad, really.❞   ❝valerie, is it? would you be so polite to provide me with a last name? would i know of you? your parents?❞ nadia scoffed in tandem to thin brows creasing. her eyes flickered down unto her with a moment’s disdain. she realized that the young woman she’d once sought to manipulate, desperate to unravel her piece by piece for her own gain was now mere inches away from her very being—the irony didn’t escape her. ❝it’s valeria, mom. you knew that. stop it, will you? for five seconds, just stop. not everything has to be about world renowned last names.❞

 ❝ there’s alcohol? ❞ val beamed, erecting in her seat. things were always much easier with alcohol - she moved better, talked better, like her rusted joints had been oiled. she cowered back into her chair upon the spiteful mother - daughter altercation, lacerations wounding nadia’s skin. val squinted, head tilting. nadia remained thin - lipped, silently seething. had anyone else spoken to her with such venom she wouldn’t have hesitated to rip them to shreds piece by tiny piece, gathering what remained of them beneath half - moon nails. acrid notes oozed over her tongue. she stared at laura, nadia’s mother, an odd stillness about her. val’s eyes remained steady upon the older woman as nadia spoke. perhaps this was where nadia had learned her cruelness - but she hadn’t perfected it to an art like her mother. her mother’s cruelness was innate, wreathed into her blood. nadia’s was a defence. val saw that now. her chin lifted. ❝ no. it’s valeria. ❞ nadia sprung to her rescue. she looked at her - eyes full and lovesick. she’d only retorted back at her mother once it was valeria she was threatening. her heart swelled. ❝ maybe having someone not - so - famous here will make you seem more generous than you actually are. ❞ valeria’s tone was light, playful, as though she simply didn’t understand the hostility of her implication. she smiled and glanced to nadia. ❝ there’s champagne, right? i love the bubbles. they make me want to sneeze but in a good way. ❞