(brigits_flame, TRT) about nisha, birth
Nov. 21st, 2009 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wellownedbkupaccidentally perfect, brigits_flame
about nisha. birth:
ciska has her dresser pushed tight against the door to her bedroom, half precaution and half practical. her bed is smaller than she remembers it, and it's all she can do to give nisha just a little more room to spread out. as it is, nisha's clothes will have to be stacked on top of her little rollaway suitcase, tucked in tight in the little amount of space opened by the shifting of furniture in the room. ciska's smile is just this side of apologetic, not sure if she wishes that nisha didn't have to suffer poor accommodations, or if she's thrilled that she has her lover here with her.
nisha's sitting on her bed, hat and coat laid to one side and looking like a fashion plate in her cropped sweater and jeans. franciska laughs a little on the inside, wondering if nisha even realized that showing off that bared stretch of caramel colored skin from her ribs to hips was both the best and the strangest thing she could've done when meeting her girlfriend's parents for the first time. as a point, it made it clear that she was a beautiful woman, and one unafraid to be with their daughter in public. on the other hand, though, no one expects a prospective in-law to come for a visit in anything less than modest clothing. ciska could kiss her for doing so.
"i hope you do not mind sharing my bed with me," she says, refusing to look at nisha for indicators of a response. they've been here before, back before their jobs took them their separate ways and before ciska had been able to get out from under the thumb of the vasilyevs. being back here now is a struggle enough, but... her thoughts trail off as she feels nisha's arms encircle her. she's trying not to think too hard of anything, too afraid to hope.
her voice is muffled, lips pressed against ciska's neck like they are, and she doesn't stop interspersing her words with kisses once she sees how it affects her girlfriend. "i don't see why i would want to be anywhere else. i think i made an impression on your parents." ciska chuckles breathily. "this could be the birth of something special, darling."
ciska can't help but agree, marveling at how this mess of a relationship could become so much more. without trying, so accidentally perfect together. she just wonders who helped nisha get over her insecurities while they were apart, who helped her become so confident in herself.
about nisha. birth:
ciska has her dresser pushed tight against the door to her bedroom, half precaution and half practical. her bed is smaller than she remembers it, and it's all she can do to give nisha just a little more room to spread out. as it is, nisha's clothes will have to be stacked on top of her little rollaway suitcase, tucked in tight in the little amount of space opened by the shifting of furniture in the room. ciska's smile is just this side of apologetic, not sure if she wishes that nisha didn't have to suffer poor accommodations, or if she's thrilled that she has her lover here with her.
nisha's sitting on her bed, hat and coat laid to one side and looking like a fashion plate in her cropped sweater and jeans. franciska laughs a little on the inside, wondering if nisha even realized that showing off that bared stretch of caramel colored skin from her ribs to hips was both the best and the strangest thing she could've done when meeting her girlfriend's parents for the first time. as a point, it made it clear that she was a beautiful woman, and one unafraid to be with their daughter in public. on the other hand, though, no one expects a prospective in-law to come for a visit in anything less than modest clothing. ciska could kiss her for doing so.
"i hope you do not mind sharing my bed with me," she says, refusing to look at nisha for indicators of a response. they've been here before, back before their jobs took them their separate ways and before ciska had been able to get out from under the thumb of the vasilyevs. being back here now is a struggle enough, but... her thoughts trail off as she feels nisha's arms encircle her. she's trying not to think too hard of anything, too afraid to hope.
her voice is muffled, lips pressed against ciska's neck like they are, and she doesn't stop interspersing her words with kisses once she sees how it affects her girlfriend. "i don't see why i would want to be anywhere else. i think i made an impression on your parents." ciska chuckles breathily. "this could be the birth of something special, darling."
ciska can't help but agree, marveling at how this mess of a relationship could become so much more. without trying, so accidentally perfect together. she just wonders who helped nisha get over her insecurities while they were apart, who helped her become so confident in herself.
