Title: The Language
Summary: Lily has tried to speak the language, but she just can't get the hang of it.
Pairing/Characters:Narcissa/Lily
Rating:K
Warnings: N/A
Notes:N/A
The table was petite. It had a slim red ribbon wrapped around the delicate legs and the glass tabletop shone in the soft sunlight. Lily stared at the table; not bothering to look at the menu knowing it was all going to be written in French.
"Bonjour, puis- je prendre votre commande?"
Lily turned her head and gazed at the bubbly waitress with a blank expression. "I'm sorry. . . um. . . I. . ."
"Pas encore."
The waitress walked away in a huff, and Lily turned to face Narcissa with a smile. "Thanks," she said.
Narcissa sniffed, but the tilt of her lips showed she was amused. "You should really learn the language."
Lily pouted. "I'm trying, but I struggle with the pronunciation."
Narcissa let a real smile through this time. "I know," she said. "It's offensive when you try to speak the language."
"Hey," Lily said, crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm not that bad."
Raising an eyebrow, Narcissa lowered herself into the chair next to Lily. She touched a small hand onto Lily's arm. "I know," she said with soft eyes.
Lily uncrossed her arms, picked up Narcissa's hand and pressed her lips against the soft skin. She smiled against the lips and looked up at Narcissa through her eyelashes.
Narcissa's pale cheeks darkened, and she smiled at Lily. "What would you like for lunch? I'll order for us both."
Lily pulled back, refusing to let go of Narcissa's hand. "Surprise me," she said. "I trust you."
Narcissa blushed again. "Okay." She raised her hand and waved over the waitress who glared at her. She barely noticed, still gazing at the woman beside her. "I love you," Narcissa said, unable to hold it back.
Lily smiled and kissed Narcissa's hand again. "I love you too."
(w.c 300)
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