It was a pretty standard evening in their newfound situation for the both of the women. Secoiya had prepared the dinner whilst Yanire took to dishes and cleaning. When both halves of the work were finished, they ate their shares and settled one into tupperware for their last companion. The apartment was quaint in comparison to their previous place of living, but neither of them could be bothered to focus on such a thing.
Rather Yanire found it to be much more homey and comfortable. The younger woman quite liked the sofa room with its shelves of movies and the pull-out bed couch. She'd never owned such a furniture item personally and found it fascinating. She liked the fluffy red carpet and the wooden walls as well. Her home with the bastard had never felt warm or inviting in the way that the apartment did.
After the work was done, the women moved to the living room for movie night. Secoiya set up the couch by using its mechanism to convert it to a bed while Yanire carefully selected from the few snack options they had. She decided on the sugar cookies and two of the five soda cans they had left in the fridge.
"Ready?"
Yanire nodded, handing Secoiya a soda before sitting next to her on the bed and settling in such a way that was comfortable. She had her legs stretched out in front of her but sat upright, while Secoiya sat with crossed legs and slouched over some. The cookies found their spot between the two of them and the remote in the older woman's hand.
"What genre would you like tonight?"
Yanire scrunched her brows in thought, tucking the long strands of dark hair behind her ears. She didn't much care for comedy or horror, being that they were crude for her tastes. However she knew Miss Polson quite enjoyed the latter so occasionally she'd choose that sort anyways. Conversely, Miss Polson would humour her infatuation with historical drama and romance from time to time.
"When was the last time we did science fiction?"
Secoiya nodded in agreement. That option was a happy medium for the both of them. They ended up choosing an unfamiliar one from the 90s and time drew on.
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It was nearly twelve at night when Adriel finally stepped through the front door. Secoiya and Yanire both turned their heads to greet him when they both noticed the slump in his shoulders and the sharpness of his jaw. Things with his sister obviously hadn't gone very well. Secoiya paused the movie and Yanire rose from her seat, walking over to him.
When she was within arm's reach, Adriel pulled her close and inhaled deeply, letting the smell of oat milk and honey soothe him as he leaned deeper into her. Yanire tensed against him at first but then relaxed, wrapping her arms around his waist and rubbing small circles on his back. Secoiya spotted their intimate moment and muttered about needing a cigarette, before moving out to the balcony. Yanire smiled a little into the man's chest- Secoiya had never smoked before in her life.
After a moment or two, he pulled away just enough to lock eyes with her, scanning the honey brown orbs slowly. On this evening she wore a comfy woven sweater tucked into what could best be described as a librarian's skirt. The expression on him was unfamiliar to Yanire but she thought it better not to question him. When her cheeks started to get hot, the man broke his gaze on her and slipped his hand into hers, pulling her to his room.
The two of them had yet to define the specifics of their feelings for one another. They had yet to even discuss the matter at all. It was an unspoken understanding more than anything. Yanire's heart began to beat wildly in her chest as the door shut behind them. Adriel sighed deeply, his back to her as he put his hands over his eyes.
Yanire sensed his secret desire for comfort and moved around him, sitting on the edge of his wooden bed and patting the space beside her. His blue eyes scanned her face carefully, looking for any sign of discomfort. When she held strong, he obliged her request and took a seat beside her. It was hard to see the blue of his eyes or the soft glow of his blonde locks in the dark, something Yanire found regrettable. Still, she pulled him to her lap and began to run her fingers through his hair.
He was tense at first, weary of physical contact of any sort but upon realising the movement was purely one of consolation, he allowed himself to relax. They stayed that way for a collection of moments when Yanire's soft voice broke the silence.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Adriel bit his lip and shook his head no.
"Alright."
She continued to run her hands through his hair until he had fallen asleep. Yanire carefully manoeuvred herself out from under his head and planted a ghost-like kiss to his temple.
"Goodnight Adriel."
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