A shiver arches its way up a graceful spine as Sally’s fingers dance across the flesh of her wrist, a fuzzy distraction warm and welcoming in her liquored haze. She doesn’t love Sally, has never loved Sally, but she willingly takes the comfort she offers, the closeness that she’s so desperate for. “Not me; scout’s honor. That’s just all I could get in this hick town.” A kiss is expected, payment for a night’s company, and Bella is quick to oblige, leaning down to press rouge smeared lips to waiting mouth.
“Was that you, skulking around at the back of my tent during the show?”
and she believed her, for the good people of jupiter didn’t take kindly to those creatures whose reality differed from the rest. freaks of nature, drug children… all criminals under their eyes. the sound of a kiss filled the mermaid’s trailer, caused her chest to shiver and all ten, pale fingers to tighten around the worn handkerchief she held between her hands. as good as it felt, as well as their mouths fit together, this was all an act: a band-aid to keep the tear on her heart from spreading any further. nothing more than faux love.
when she opened her mouth to speak, it was a low moan instead of words that fell from sally’s lips and into hers. the smug grin on her lips said it all, and it didn’t falter, not even after Bella had pulled away from the kiss to look her in the eye. ❝ if it was, i don’t remember. ❞