A reallyyy quick drabble and they're the healthiest ship to write this season so far soooo…I'm steering the HMS Tattler (it's a dingy really), join the crew if you'd like!
Rated K
Her lips were soft against hers, and she knew she was crying and that she had no reason to but she couldn't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. She couldn't stop Bette's hand from raising and wiping them away with a stray thumb, kissing her harder.
The angle was awkward, and in the back of her head Dot registered that it would hurt if they continued on too long, but she didn't pull away.
Jimmy's lips had been so rough (now that she thought about it, away from the hype of meeting the boy's tongue with hers), he'd reeked of alcohol.
But Bette was like kissing the mirror and it was like kissing her own soul and she smelled of roses and that bath oil she insisted on using every time they stepped in the tub.
Her own hand came up to anchor on her sister's and she broke away, sniffing less than gracefully and Bette laughed lightly, almost nervously, and she followed suit.
"It's okay, Dot. He's lost an amazing opportunity, an amazing person." The blonde said quietly. "He lost you, you didn't lose him."
"I know." Dot replied forcefully. Her gaze slid away. "I know that now."
"I love you."
Bette's admission held a question at the end, almost as if she was wondering if it was alright to say so, the words and emotions behind them almost foreign to her mouth and to Dot's ears. The brunette nodded tightly and leaned in again, neck aching, to kiss her.
"I love you too." Dot kissed Bette's breathless giggles away. "So much."