Prompt: "you fell asleep on my shoulder on the flight but it's okay because you smelled nice and I was cold anyway" au
Bonnibel was never one for planes. She hated heights, a fear that probably originated from the time she slipped out of her tree house when she was thirteen. The crossword on her lap was half finished, slowly sliding down her knee as she tapped her foot gently against the floor. She frowned when her pen fell off the page and rolled underneath the chair in front of her. She'd get that later. Probably.
The girl beside her was tapping away on her phone, ebony hair curtaining her face away from view, head bobbing to the beat that Bonnie could faintly hear coming out of her ruby red headphones.
"Drinks?" The flight attendants were back with their trolley of snacks and beverages. Bonnie chewed her lip in thought, she'd been craving a coffee for a while now.
"One coffee, please." She said with a smile, grabbing her purse from her bag. Then, noticing the other woman hadn't looked up, she tapped her on the shoulder.
"Wha- Oh," The girl blinked her startling electric green eyes as she shot up from her hunched over position, looking up at the two women with the trolley. "Uh... Just a coke, thanks," She gave a lopsided grin and then dove into her pockets for some cash.
Bonnibel smiled politely as the attendants walked away, taking a sip of her hot drink before sitting back and closing her eyes for a few minutes.
It didn't seem like a long nap to Bonnibel, but the time on her phone told her differently. She'd been asleep for a good half hour, apparently, and now she was trapped.
The girl beside her had seemingly fallen asleep too, her head had lolled to the side and rested itself on Bonnie's shoulder. The music from her headphones was still there, slightly softer than before but Bonnibel could still make out the quiet sound of guitars and drums.
Now, usually Bonnibel would have pushed the girl away from her and picked the pen up from before, but when she was cold and comfortable, there wasn't any need to wake the poor, slightly cute girl up.
Also, her hair smelled like lavender and the earth after rain, but that was definitely not the most important reason.
It definitely wasn't the reason she found herself making small talk after the girl, whom she found out was called Marceline (a pretty name for an equally pretty girl), had woken up.
But maybe it was the reason why, after figuring out they were staying at the same hotel for the two week trip, she asked her on a date.
Just maybe.