(E petto a petto.)
It feels like her lungs are failing.
Like she's breathing too fast and too slow and her heart has grown too big and she just doesn't know what to do with it anymore.
It feels like her lungs are failing, and it's odd, because she never thought failing lungs could be something she'd be happy about.
She feels silly and cold and happy and alive a million other things that she cannot put a finger on but she can't stop smiling about either, every other word that she says comes out with traces of laughter behind it. She can't seem to make life slow down enough for her to catch her breath, she doesn't think she wants it to.
Lauren's laughter rings in the room, true and bell like, they're both still wet and riding on some sort of euphoria that only they know, her blonde hair is sticking to her face and her neck and her clothes are stuck to her body so much that Bo can see the fast rise and fall of her chest.
"The people in this town now think we're crazy."
"Who cares what the people of this town think?" Lauren retorts, removing her shirt and moving to stand in front of Bo, her brown eyes clearer than the rain-washed pavements outside, "I'm in love with you," she says cupping Bo's cheek and it's the oddest thing how her cold hand spreads warmth all around Bo's body, "I'm in love with you and I don't care who knows or calls me crazy for it."
Bo's lungs fail even further, her heart beats faster and keeps growing and growing and growing.
(I love you so much, it almost hurts)
...
They take a bath on Lauren's insistence.
She uses so many scents that it's hard to tell exactly what she was going for and she fills the bath up so high that the moment they get inside, water pours out.
Bo laughs when she pretends that she's going to ignore it for all of five seconds before her OCD kicks in and she gets out to clean up before coming back and settling in with Bo, pretending to be angry at being laughed at.
Bo kisses away her pout, smiling when Lauren is set on still being angry and kisses her again, smiling even harder when Lauren can't help but kiss her back and kisses her again and again until she stops kissing her because she's pouting and starts kissing her just because she can.
They kiss until the water that was once warm between them gets cold and Bo can literally feel her toes getting wrinkly, "we should get you to bed," Lauren says, kissing Bo's nose, then her eye lids each at a time, making Bo's heart feel tired from adoring her so much.
...
She wraps her in a soft bathrobe and leads her to bed, sitting her down like a tired child and bringing her a shirt to sleep in.
"You're a great wife," Bo mumbles tiredly, letting Lauren put the shirt on her.
Lauren just hums, "we're not married yet."
"Might as well be," Bo says and lets herself fall on the bed, Lauren straddles her, still in her black robe that contrasts beautifully with her now pale skin, Bo's hand comes up to cup her cheek and lazily stroke it, her actions gentle and almost absent minded.
You'll be mine forever, right? She wants to ask but she knows that will make her sound clingy so she doesn't, she just makes her movements even more gentle and hopes that with everything she does, she shows Lauren that she means the world to her.
She hopes that will be enough to make her stay forever.
...
Lauren feels like warmth and sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter night. She smells like a thousand, no a million different things and all of them are more wonderful than the last, her hand on Bo's cheek are firm and grounding and failing lungs and hearts too big to control are all Bo can register as the blond kisses her.
The hand that isn't on Bo's cheek moves on her body slowly, almost shyly really. It's like it's the first time Lauren is touching her yet it's nothing like it because her hands are too sure, too aware, she knows just how fast to move and how firm to hold and by the time her hand gets under Bo's shirt and cups her breast, Bo doesn't think she can recall exactly how to breath.
Lauren raises Bo's shirt and stops kissing her in favor of moving slowly to her stomach, she kisses her softly, once, twice, tens of times.
"Baby-Lauren- I-" she doesn't know what exactly she's asking for, she doesn't really know anything right now.
But Lauren seemingly does because she stops kissing her and comes back up, helping her out of the shirt she put on just a few minutes ago and kissing her again and again, soft and reverent, like she's telling a secret, "I love you," she says, looking right into Bo's eyes, the brunette nods.
It's all she can do.
Lauren throws the shirt somewhere and unties her robe, letting Bo's eyes feast on her naked body and she cannot help but rise up to kiss her chest, feeling the way her heart thumps in her chest, steady and real.
Mine, She thinks.
Lauren wraps her hands around Bo's neck, playing with the soft hairs at the back of her neck because she knows for some reason, that always gets Bo's blood racing.
Bo lays her head on Lauren's chest, completely content to just lay there, until she feels a kiss placed on her skin and she's pushed back to the bed.
"Someone's eager," she teases and Lauren doesn't answer her, just moves with cat like grace down Bo's body, leaving a trail of kisses as she moves.
Branding her.
Saying a million things without speaking a word.
...
They order room service.
It's only ten and Bo's body feels too alive to even think of sleeping anymore and Lauren is hungry so it doesn't seem like such a bad idea.
They order the silliest things and although Lauren disproves and tries to take the phone from Bo the whole time the brunette is ordering, she still eats all her ice-cream and lets Bo talk her into dipping strawberries in chocolate which she later declares the most disgusting thing ever and she doesn't protest much when Bo eats whipped cream from her chest.
She laughs so much that she forgets to breath when Bo pours honey on her stomach and licks it because she's ticklish and adamantly refuses to dip crisps in chocolate.
Why not? Bo whines.
Because it's gross.
She declares herself tired and ready for bed and leaves to take something from her bag and Bo decides to clear the bed a little until she hears a click and her eyes look up, another click goes off.
"I thought you were tired."
"I'm not anymore," she takes another photo, then another and another until Bo self consciously moves a bit of hair from her eyes.
Lauren lowers her camera, "don't. You're perfect just the way you are."
Bo looks away to hide her blush because she cannot handle herself when Lauren is being so sweet.
"Hey," Lauren calls and she looks up, the blond takes another picture.
"Baby that's not-" Bo starts, feeling tricked, but Lauren just snaps away and she can't help but laugh at her girl's stubbornness. She knows she won't stop taking photos until she's satisfied she's had enough, so she lets her.
Finally, Lauren lowers the camera and moves to kneel in front of Bo on the bed, "you know, when I first started taking pictures, I used to go to think that I could only create beauty if I take pictures of the big stuff, " she says with an embarrassed scoff, "and then one day I was taking pictures of the Eiffel Tower and I saw this boy, just looking at it with the most fascinated expression and I just knew that that's the beauty I want to capture. I get that feeling every time I look at you," she runs her hands through Bo's hair, looking at her with adoring eyes, "you're just so- so beautiful, and I want to make every moment with you last forever."
Bo smiles because she doesn't know what else to do, she doesn't know how much more she can love this woman until her heart cannot take it anymore, "I want every moment with you to last forever too."
This is the end, I promise. I just felt like it was missing something.