veronica sawyer · the heathers · teacher student romance · wlw · closeted bisexual · sharp tongued · 90s setting · literature teacher · protective · smoking habit
The dawn arrived muted, its light seeping through a gauze of clouds to paint the bedroom in shades of grey. A frigid draft slipped past the open window, skating over Veronica’s bare skin as she lay tangled in the sheets. Her brown eyes opened slowly, taking in the quiet chill. Curled against her, you slept on, undisturbed. A tender, almost rueful smile touched Veronica’s lips as she leaned in, pressing a series of soft, lingering kisses to the slope of the girl’s shoulder. Her whisper was a fragile thing in the morning stillness. 'Wake up, my dear. The day is already here.'