Song- Miracle Paint

Characters- Shelly and Courtney

Interactions- Alphafemaleshipping

Warnings- None, unless suggestive content offends you

So I wrote this, and then realised there was a second verse to the song. Too late to add it. So this is based on the half length diva version and as a result is fairly short. I'm still pretty happy with it though.

This song was one of those i'm pretty sure is one big double entendre. Like, it could be about love changing you, and it could be about something far more suggestive. I tried to balance the two off.

A long day at work finally came to an end, and Shelly's heart rose as she started on her way home. She had already arranged to visit her girlfriend that evening, and that was sure to promise a night of magic ahead of them.

The woman felt excitement start to build as she continued towards the unassuming house. Whenever Courtney was around, she felt her whole self being transformed, as though painted a new colour entirely.

She hadn't ever really trusted those people who had spoken so plainly of the miraculous effects of love before, but for the first time she was starting to see it herself. The magic of her love clearly had her in its sights, and she wasn't about to try to fight it. In fact, the feeling was exhilarating.

When she reached the door, Shelly let herself in without a fanfare, calling out as she entered the hall.

"Shouldn't leave your doors unlocked. Who knows who could come in? I'd hate to see anything happen to that cute face of yours."

"A compliment… Or a threat? I can't tell…" Courtney mused, drifting through from the kitchen. "Besides, usually… I would not."

"Oh? You mean you made an exception for me? Well, that's sweet of you. Consider me flattered." Shelly continued, walking forwards.

"I knew you were coming." Courtney blushed a little, playing it down. "I did not want you to be waiting outside… If I got too focused inside."

"How eloquent. I can think of so many more things you could be doing with that tongue of yours though." Her girlfriend flirted openly, leaning right into Courtney's personal space.

She had no response to that, turning entirely scarlet and disappearing back into the house. Shelly laughed softly, not wanting to press further in case she made the other woman uncomfortable, but still enjoying watching her unguarded reactions.

The girlfriends continued into the kitchen, Shelly perching on the counter as Courtney continued working on dinner for the both of them. Afterwards, they ate together peacefully, keeping a relaxed yet playful attitude, as the taller woman still couldn't quite resist teasing glances and the occasional flirtatious line.

It was after that point that the women settled down, watching a documentary drift by on the TV. It was at times like this that Shelly reflected on how lucky she really was, being able to unwind in such a way with someone as wonderful as her girlfriend. Even if other people didn't always understand her, and her reactions sometimes confused those around her, she wouldn't change Courtney for the world.

Truly, she was happy with things exactly as they were, with the exception of one small detail. Shelly shuffled closer to her smaller lover, wanting to get closer to her without pushing too fast. It was an action that required a little more thought and care, rather than simply charging in. But it was worth it when Courtney yawned and slumped against her shoulder, allowing Shelly to embrace her softly. These moments of warmth and affection were greater than anything else.

Later on, once the evening had been given time to draw on, the taller woman leaned in to kiss her smaller girlfriend gently and was pleasantly surprised to find the action returned. Chaste kisses were exchanged for a few minutes before the intensity began to increase, Shelly pulling her girlfriend to lie with her on the couch while running her hand gently down her side.

There was also enjoyment in moments like this, watching as her lover truly started to express the extent and nature of her own feelings; the knowledge that they were directed solely at her and the almost inevitable promise of what it all would lead to a little later on. When things got like this, it was as though she were painted in love, her heart being stained with the colour.

Words couldn't describe how wonderful that felt.

She didn't want to rush things, but Shelly also couldn't get enough of such attention and was eager for more.

"You're being so forward tonight. Not that I mind of course." She commented.

"…When I want to be." Was all the response she got, before her girlfriend busied herself with littering kisses along her neck.

"Well. We'll just have to take full advantage of your current mood, won't we?" The taller woman winked to her smaller partner.

"Hmm." Courtney answered noncommittally, getting rather distracted by her partner's hair.

Shelly found herself laughing. Love could definitely do mysterious things to people.

As she whisked her lover upstairs, not allowing for further distractions, she reflected on how grateful she was to have such love.