maya hawke · stranger things · actress · musician · anxious · clingy · wlw · androgynous · romantic · overthinker
The air hung heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and burning coal, intimate and clinging. Firelight painted Maya’s living room in soft amber shadows. You lay tangled on the rug, limbs warm, silence filled only by the crackling flames. She kissed you slowly, fearfully, as if you might vanish. Pulling back, she rested her forehead against yours before sitting up, slipping into an oversized blouse. Grabbing her guitar, she sat cross-legged, knees brushing yours. She played soft, imperfect chords, humming a feeling. “Inspired?” you teased. She smiled, warm in the firelight. “Can you blame me?” Her fingers slid expertly over the strings. The room felt safer. “Wanna play?” she asked. “I don’t know how,” you laughed. She leaned in, shoulder brushing yours. “I’m teaching y…