For Ayanthos
Mar. 29th, 2020 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yampergodHey Ayanthos,
I hope you enjoy this Netteflix fluff drabble!
Their lips chafe against each other's, and Felix still tastes like cheap beer and stale chips. Annette's heart thumps so loudly that she can scarcely hear her thoughts, and her hand trails into Felix's hair, clumsy, untrained. She's just repeating the motions that she's read about in Ashe's trashy romance novels; if Felix notices her inexperience, he doesn't say anything. His face is flushed bright red as he presses it against hers, and his voice is soft and raspy as he whispers.
“We should go.”
Annette nods, pulling away from the kiss, still relishing the way Felix had felt on her lips. She holds a hand up to her mouth, thanking the Goddess she'd thought to wear lip gloss today. A smile springs to her lips, and she bumps her nose against Felix's-- if it wasn't for the amount of alcohol they'd consumed, Annette might wonder if he's actually blushing. She laughs at the thought, and Felix frowns.
"Is there something on my face?"
She shakes her head. “It's nothing,” she says, her heart still thundering in her chest like a war drum. Annette slides some money across the bar, muttering “It's my turn to pay,” so softly that only he can hear her; Felix grumbles underneath his breath. It's an improvement from what happened the last time she'd offered to cover them, which involved Felix drunkenly declaring he would sword-fight her for the bill before passing out face-first on the counter.
At least they're both conscious now. Or perhaps not-- Annette has been half-hoping, half-fearing that this moment would happen for so long, she's not sure she isn't dreaming.
Cautiously, she brushes her hand against Felix's, hoping that he might take it. He freezes for a second, and Annette feels her breath stop. Had she overthought the way his shoulder had grazed against hers earlier as they'd pored over the menu, and the soft smile she pretends that he saves just for her? She's ready to pull her hand back, but his fingers curl around hers just a second too soon. Felix nods in the direction of the door.
“Let's go home.”
Annette nods. “I-- I've got more wine in my room! We could maybe drink that, if you wanted,” she says, stumbling over her words like obstacles, tongue-tied with butterflies and nerves. Felix blinks back at her, and it takes a second for Annette to realize what her words might have sounded like. If she wasn't already flushed from the alcohol, she would be bright red now. She covers her mouth with her hand.
"I didn't mean it like that--"
Felix's shoulders relax, and his lips curl into another rare smile. "I know," he says, and the panicked, thumping sensation in her chest gives way to a much more pleasant flutter.
I hope you enjoy this Netteflix fluff drabble!
Their lips chafe against each other's, and Felix still tastes like cheap beer and stale chips. Annette's heart thumps so loudly that she can scarcely hear her thoughts, and her hand trails into Felix's hair, clumsy, untrained. She's just repeating the motions that she's read about in Ashe's trashy romance novels; if Felix notices her inexperience, he doesn't say anything. His face is flushed bright red as he presses it against hers, and his voice is soft and raspy as he whispers.
“We should go.”
Annette nods, pulling away from the kiss, still relishing the way Felix had felt on her lips. She holds a hand up to her mouth, thanking the Goddess she'd thought to wear lip gloss today. A smile springs to her lips, and she bumps her nose against Felix's-- if it wasn't for the amount of alcohol they'd consumed, Annette might wonder if he's actually blushing. She laughs at the thought, and Felix frowns.
"Is there something on my face?"
She shakes her head. “It's nothing,” she says, her heart still thundering in her chest like a war drum. Annette slides some money across the bar, muttering “It's my turn to pay,” so softly that only he can hear her; Felix grumbles underneath his breath. It's an improvement from what happened the last time she'd offered to cover them, which involved Felix drunkenly declaring he would sword-fight her for the bill before passing out face-first on the counter.
At least they're both conscious now. Or perhaps not-- Annette has been half-hoping, half-fearing that this moment would happen for so long, she's not sure she isn't dreaming.
Cautiously, she brushes her hand against Felix's, hoping that he might take it. He freezes for a second, and Annette feels her breath stop. Had she overthought the way his shoulder had grazed against hers earlier as they'd pored over the menu, and the soft smile she pretends that he saves just for her? She's ready to pull her hand back, but his fingers curl around hers just a second too soon. Felix nods in the direction of the door.
“Let's go home.”
Annette nods. “I-- I've got more wine in my room! We could maybe drink that, if you wanted,” she says, stumbling over her words like obstacles, tongue-tied with butterflies and nerves. Felix blinks back at her, and it takes a second for Annette to realize what her words might have sounded like. If she wasn't already flushed from the alcohol, she would be bright red now. She covers her mouth with her hand.
"I didn't mean it like that--"
Felix's shoulders relax, and his lips curl into another rare smile. "I know," he says, and the panicked, thumping sensation in her chest gives way to a much more pleasant flutter.
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Date: 2020-04-02 05:33 pm (UTC)this was sooo cute though, funny but sweet, the little details really making the characterization. thank you so much for taking the time to write this!!! i'm going to hold it to my heart forever ;w;
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Date: 2020-04-03 04:25 am (UTC)