disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: to Mercury, who is sitting next to me. what a nerd.
notes: SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH
title: whoa is me
summary: They make out, tbh. — Lydia/Gigi.
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"Let's go to the beach."
They were lying in bed, legs twined beneath sun-warm sheets. Gigi had the tips of Lydia's hair curled between her fingers, letting the light slide across the carrot-orange, a bright gold-red fire shine against her skin.
"Hm?" Lydia hummed.
"Beach. You know, sand?"
"Oooooh, like salt-water and beach balls and bikinis?" Lydia perked up, propped herself up on an elbow.
"Sun and sand and bikinis, yes," Gigi said, a smile curling up her lips. She tugged on Lydia's bangs. "C'mon, nerd, we should probably get up. It's Saturday, the beach'll be packed."
"Uuuuuugh, do we have to? Can't we just, like, stay in bed all day? We can make out!"
"Lydia, bikinis."
"Beeeeeeed," Lydia sang, and flailed all over the place. She flopped down, tucked her face into the crook of Gigi's neck, and giggled loudly. "Beeeeeeeeed, Gigi, beeeeeeeed!"
"You're silly," Gigi said, and walked her fingers up Lydia's bare spine.
"You're silly-er! Ohmigosh, stop!"
"You're ticklish!"
"I am definitely not!"
They tussled, curled around each other and giggling into each other's mouth, hips ground together. Kicked the sheets off, Gigi's hair across Lydia's pillow and hands clasped, knuckles white.
"Oh god, oh god, oh my god!"
"Gross," Gigi said at last, out of breath. "Morning breath!"
"I just got you off before lunchtime. I'm, like, so awesome," Lydia grinned brightly. "Oh my god, sex on the beach! We could have drinks and sex and sand and bikinis, why haven't we done this before?!"
Gigi sat there and stared at her for a very long time. Lydia was a summer thing, gleaming like fresh copper, wagging her perfect eyebrows.
"You need to not, Lyds."
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaat."
fin.