Soup is salty and salt is spicy Soup = bad

“Tired day,” she corrected with a mumble. Of course she had work she needed to go do, and of course putting it off would mean even more for when she got around to it, but she could hardly be bothered to care.

And she’s wrapping her arms around Willow and trying to fall back asleep. She truly does not want to do anything today.

Mumbling something incoherently. No, she is not getting out of bed quite yet.

t i n y l i l ‘ y a w n

Oop

sneeze

|| My notes are so disorganized that I couldn’t find what Ripley’s birth name was at first, and I was terrified I just never wrote it down and then forgot what it was because my brain is small But I found my notes Panic averted

Her lips stretched into a thin frown. Not only did she know nothing about food, nor really care, but she remained not very fond of going out anywhere civilian. Still, Willow had gone through a lot of effort for her tonight… “Okay.”

Yvette seemed to be thinking to herself as she finished the rest of her wine. Her knees, which had been right together, parted just enough so she could look at Willow. “Where is it?”

Yvette had entirely forgotten about the holiday. Though, that was entirely normal for her. She seldom remembered any holiday, and almost never participated in them at any level. Following a sip of her wine, Yvette slipped into the water as much as she could. Her knees were poking out the top of —

It was easiest for her to just not acknowledge what she had done, or what Willow had just said about it. Instead, still holding one of Willow’s hands, she leaned back to reach for her glass of wine. “You saved me from sitting in front of a screen all night.”

“I could have.” She sat up just a little straighter, just enough to gently, briefly kiss Willow’s forehead.

Yvette was leaned as close as she could be given her positioning. When Willow frowned, so did she. “Was more an excuse to hold your hand.”

Sighing, Yvette leaned forward, gently grabbed Willow’s finger, and pushed her hand under the water.

“I would certainly hope not.” Yvette tilted her head down to look at the water. There was not much to see, given the bubbles were still up. “I’m not exactly dressed for that.”

“Yeah.” Finding herself staring at Willow, Yvette quickly looked away to find her glass of wine. She reached for it, took a sip, and placed it back on the counter — though her new position required her to lean out of the water a bit to reach.

It was less that it was delayed, and more that it was being contained. Not only was Yvette not very expressive, but she had found herself in an entirely new situation. She knew neither what to really say or do. At the very least she must have realized how guarded she still looked. She slipped a —

Yvette nearly dropped the glass of wine into the tub at the kiss — but she managed to avoid disaster. To ensure there would be no disaster, she sat up a tad and set her glass on a counter outside the tub. She had relaxed some, though still sat with her knees to her chest and her posture leaned —

Once again Yvette opened her mouth to say or ask something, only to decide it would be a dumb thing to say. Instead, she lifted her glass and took a sip of wine before saying anything. “Yeah.” It was a simple, and flat answer again — though not delivered without hints of anxiety or excitement. —

Yvette took the glass in both hands and held it just shy of her lips. Sat so she was leaned back, she had her knees lifted to her chest. She had been eyeing the glass when Willow spoke again, which prompted her focus to turn to her. “What is it?”

It took a minute or two, but after some fumbling and a handful of awkward pauses, Yvette was ready to join Willow. When she was ready, she wasted no time in standing where she was. She moved to the tub, and after a quick glance Willow’s way, she stepped over the edge and seated herself in the water.

Willow’s question came just as Yvette had finished with her uniform top and the shirt beneath. Yvette flashed her a look before continuing. Leaned against the wall for support as she lifted a leg and started on her first boot, she seemed to mull over some thoughts. Sometimes it was like pulling —

Despite technically initiating the flirtation with her poorly delivered attempt, reciprocation had her immediately floundering. She went redder, and stammered some nonsense before clearing her throat and looking down to focus on her uniform. Which she was, perhaps miraculously, beginning to undo.

She stepped under the threshold, pausing to leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. One hand idled at her side, while the other was fidgeting with her uniform’s collar. Whether or not she was considering actually getting in with Willow, it was clear she was at least marginally flustered. “If —

At first her lips parted as though to answer, but quickly she closed them. A moment passed, wherein she briefly looked the tub over. “Would… Both of us really fit?”

Poking her head in, Yvette glanced from Willow, to the rose petals, and then back to Willow. Her lips pursed into a small frown, though there was an undeniable tinge of color to her usually pale cheeks. “I thought there was an emergency?”

Yvette entered, though yet again stopped to knock, this time on the bathroom door. “Is everything okay?”

She had been in the middle of zoning out in front of a monitor, but she was not about to ignore an urgent plea from Willow. Only a minute later, Yvette would be knocking on the other’s door.

Yvette was still quite red in the face. And the tips of her ears. And her neck. When she blushed, she 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 blushed. For a second she leaned her head back to get a fuller view of Willow, but soon she had leaned back in again. “I’m not very tired anymore.”

By then, Yvette had repositioned so that she was laying on her side, her chest leaned against Willow. The hand on Willow’s side shifted so that Yvette’s arm draped over the other, and her hand rested on her back. Slow, gentle circles were made with her thumb against the fabric of Willow’s top. —

2am is for the gay girls, apparently.

When there were no words to fumble over and get hung up on, Yvette did not seem nearly as clumsy. She was still following Willow’s lead, but without any of her earlier awkwardness. She shifted slightly, just enough to lean into Willow and move a hand onto the other’s side.

Well, that’s one way to very quickly turn Yvette red. Though it isn’t the first time this has happened. Or the second. Or third. At the very least it had happened enough to where now she no longer completely froze, and was able to actually return the kiss.

I was saying no to — Never mind.

No.

Yvette turned her head to look at Willow — only to very nearly bump heads with her due to how close they were. She blinked, but ultimately decided to stay as she was. “What?”

Not particularly.

When the shirt dropped back down, Yvette retracted her hand and folded it alongside the other on her lap. Her gaze then shifted to her own hands, and traced over the blueish ink on the back of them. “You’ve said.” With that she leaned back, falling onto her back.

I don’t think you can stop me from being autistic.

Might as well be walking around with a shirt that says “I’m gay” Instead she is actually walking around with this:

“Uh-huh. Oddly tame offer.” One Yvette did not jump to accept. She did, however, reach out a hand to run a fingertip down the length of the tattoo. “When did you get them?”

While Yvette studied the tattoos, she sat in complete silence. Mostly she was actually just appreciating the details, partly she was staring because Willow had her shirt up. After a few seconds, Yvette remembered she should comment on them. “They’re nice.”

Of course there was only one inspiration for the rose, but despite having it tattooed on her body she would not verbalize the source. Instead she just shrugged a shoulder and leaned against Willow. “I just thought it was pretty.” While that would have been true for the rest of her tattoos, her —

Finding a pair of gray shirts, she awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom to change. It was only a minute before she returned. On their right leg we’re simple geometric designs: two thicker bands of grayish blue ink on her calf, topped by a thinner band. Just below her knee we’re wrapped around her —

|| Last time I’m flashing the TL with her tattoos today, I swear

|| I am depriving you all of Yvette boobage via a censor bar, but behold: more tattooooooooos

Carefully so not to push so hard to tip Willow over, Yvette nudged her so she was sitting upright. Then Yvette stood, and moved over to her dresser to find a pair of shorts. It seemed the appropriate way to show off the ink on her legs — despite the fact that Willow had already seen her naked in —