A piece written for a prompt received on tumblr: dew-covered grass
She looked so beautiful lying on the ground, sun hitting her cheeks and casting deep shadows where it didn't reach. You wanted to join her, to throw your heavy backpack down and miss study group just for one day. You sat down carefully, slowly, but then leaped up as soon as you touched the ground. The grass was wet and you vaguely wondered if it had rained overnight. You're busy brushing wet and sticky pieces of grass and dirt off your skirt when you hear her laughing. It isn't loud and for other people like she sometimes laughed, this was quiet and further muffled by hands on her belly, her laying down position.
You mock offence and ask her what's so funny but you're more interested in watching the shadows move across her face as the sun does. Her skin is so smooth and pale and her perfect nose casts deep shadows that reach to just under her eyes. She cracks one open, the wink forcing the other side of her face to screw up with the effort. Her eyes are so beautiful, forever moving between blue, grey and green. You want to miss study group and just learn the pattern the colours make. You don't like missing classes ever, but you don't think it would be a waste time even if that was all you did.
She's still looking at you with her squinted wink like she's asking you a question and you grip the straps on your backpack and shuffle nervously.
"The grass is wet," you mumble, trying to ignore how the shadows move across her perfect skin when her face lights up with a smile. Both of her eyes are closed again and you take the break in study to learn the way her eyelashes brush over her cheek. You want to sit down and feel her skin, her hair, see if it is as soft as it looks but you're Annie and you have classes and a skirt that you really don't want to get wet and responsibilities and you're not supposed to want to cast them all away just for a while to brush your fingers through Britta's hair.
"Come here," she says with her hand patting her stomach. You're really confused because the grass is still covered with rain or dew and it's not until she opens her eyes and smiles gently that you understand.
"I can't, I'll crush you," you stumble because this is Britta and no matter how goofy she can act, you still look up to her so much.
"You weigh like ten pounds, now get down here."
You start to argue because it's what you do but you really want to lay down with her so you quiet as you kneel down. The grass feels cold against your knees, the wet prickly feeling uncomfortable on your skin. You're not really sure how to go about this because you've never really laid on anyone before; your ex-boyfriend said that he felt weird with your boobs pressed against him and you were never quite popular enough for a best friend. You drop your backpack on the ground and let out a squeak when Britta just pulls you down, your arms and legs going everywhere.
She giggles and you can feel it against your stomach as you right yourself, wriggle until your head rests on her chest and only your shoes are against the cold ground. There's blonde hair right in front of you and you don't stop yourself from reaching out and running your fingers through it gently. You hear the start of a breath with your ear against her chest, hear it travel up to be released against the top of your hair as a sigh.
The sun is playing across your skin as you match your breathing to hers, making you forget about study group and how you were going to play Inspector Spacetime with Troy and Abed. You're happy, you realise, out on the wet grass with Britta and you close your eyes and focus on the heart beating right under your ear.