“No one ever eats at these things,” Moonflower spoke softly, leaning in to rest her forehead against Kiku’s, taking in the soft scent of jasmine in her hair.
“You’re too reckless,” Kiku’s voice broke as she spoke with a shuttered breath. It was always like this.
Everything about Moonflower was overwhelming. It had been this way since they were in high school. Ever since that night under the bleachers where Kiku had had one wine cooler too many. The world had been fuzzy and buzzing all around her. But Moonflower? She was loud and clear as she held her tight, keeping Kiku from tumbling into the grass beneath them. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?” she had whispered against her neck. The moment that Moonflower’s lips had touched hers was the moment she had drowned in her.
“You’re too careful,” Moonflower argued, “No one will see us. You know it. They’re too busy sipping their gin in tonics and,” she dropped her voice, “talking about business.”
She was rewarded was a soft laughter, a sign that Kiku was finally letting go of the last of her defenses. She used that moment to gently push her down on the bench, running long fingertips across the jeweled necklace, a gift from Sumire no doubt, that hung around Kiku’s neck.
“You’re going to wrinkle my dress,” Kiku said, breathless.
“No one will notice,” Moonflower said just before she kissed her.
Berrybloomsims 