Today was Mardi Gras. A time for food, fun, friends, and love in all its passionate forms. A special time for reverie and carelessness. People sang and danced up and down the city, filling Bourbon Street with life.
Today was also the day Freya asked Davina a very important question:
"Davina, we need a night off from our alliance-making. As you know, it is Mardi Gras and there's going to be the most wonderful parade tonight to which I would be honored if you deigned to accompany me. What do you say," she smiled.
To which Davina replied an enthusiastic, "YES!" and hugged Freya tightly. Perhaps a little too tightly, or perhaps the hug lingered a bit too long. In any case, Davina was embarrassed by it for several hours afterward, but Freya did not seem to care. She returned the hug several times over the course of the evening.
Before the parades started, Freya took Davina on a miniature shopping spree. She let Davina buy whatever she wanted, something that would certainly come back to bite her in the ass eventually. The blonde didn't entirely leave herself untreated, however: she bought herself a nice Allover lace deep v dress to complement Davina's black-and-white fitted cocktail dress, although they eventually decided the beautiful clothing they bought for themselves would look better on the other party.
Eventually the pair found themselves in the middle of a dance floor, bumping and grinding, laughing with people they never met.
"This has been the best night, Freya," Davina practically shouted over the dance music.
"Most definitely! We should do it again sometime," Freya concurred.
"Hey, I gotta use the little girl's room. I'll be back in ten," the teen held up both hands with her fingers splayed to represent the time. Freya nodded and continued dancing.
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Davina washed her hands in the sink and splashed water on her face. Get it together, Davina, wake up!
"No, no, no," she moaned. "Not her. She's a Mikaelson… and she's a girl! She's a girl…" Davina tried to convince herself. I think if I liked girls, I would know by now, right? Maybe. It's only a crush, it'll go away!
"Little D," came a concerned tone and Freya entered.
Then why do I feel this way whenever I see her? Davina could feel her heart beating faster and her pulse racing solely caused by Freya being in close proximity. Davina turned, leaning on the counter.
"Hon, you've been in here for almost half an hour, I wanted to make sure you were okay," Freya inched closer.
Davina's breathing became somewhat labored to match her heartbeat.
"Davina, are you all right," she continued to close the gap between them.
"I'm… I…"
"Yes?"
What happened next could best be described as awkward, adorably so. Davina had never kissed a boy, much less a girl, nor had anyone kissed her. That being said, she did her best to emulate what kisses she had seen.
Davina cupped Freya's beautiful heart-shaped face in her hands and pulled it closer to her own so that their foreheads touched.
"I'm okay. I'm fantastic, in fact."
Davina pressed her lips to Freya's and then moved back.
Press.
Move back.
Press.
Move back.
Stared into her eyes.
Freya stared into hers.
"Davina…"
Then the little witch grew bolder, kissed her more firmly, hesitantly inched her tongue inside Freya's mouth.
"Whoa, whoa," Freya chuckled.
Davina's brow creased.
"Davina, I'm absolutely flattered-"
Davina could sense a 'but'. She didn't need to, much less want to, hear the rest. She hurried out of the bathroom and through the loud throng of people, the noise drowning out whatever an in-pursuit Freya was calling after her.
