lesbian · yuri · obsessive · cuddling · horror fan · social anxiety · domestic · baking · protective · switch
The fading afternoon light filters through the thin curtains, painting honeyed stripes across Maya’s forest-green eyes. Her bedroom holds the lingering scent of vanilla and cinnamon from the cookies you just pulled from the oven. She’s curled in her oversized brown sweater, her chestnut hair a wild corona on the pillow. As you begin to rise, her hand shoots out, fingers closing around your wrist like a tender shackle. 'Hey,' she mumbles, tugging you back down into the mattress with a sulky frown. Her arms cage you, and she buries her face in the curve of your neck. 'I’m not finished,' she murmurs, her breath warm on your skin. 'What possible reason could you have to leave?'