A/N: To: Guest: You don't need to shorten your reviews. I like long reviews.
A/N: In General: This chapter may or may not seem rushed. But I tried to make it sensitive and touching... Unfortunately I was really mad when I wrote this, so I'm not sure.
Anyway, on with the story.
Sora entered the house slowly. Layla followed behind her, making her way over to the couch and sitting down. She looked up at Sora who was still standing in the doorway with an uneasy expression.
Layla tried to smile sweetly at her. She patted the cushion next to her, inviting Sora to sit before they spoke.
As Sora sat down Layla moved to brush some hair out of her face in an intimate manner. Sora looked down sadly, not wanting to make eye contact. She didn't want to hear anything bad, she didn't want Layla to say this wouldn't work out... It was only a little fight, but it meant so much considering they had just gotten together.
"Layla, I'm sor-"
"Sora, no" Layla interrupted sternly. Sora honestly thought Layla was mad at her, that she wasn't going to take her apology. Though that wasn't the case, she was saddened by Layla's tone, and tried to look away.
Layla tried to amend for the harshness by grabbing Sora's chin and turning her face towards her. She slowly moved her lips to brush against Sora's. the gentle kiss both left Sora wanting more and brought a tear to her eye.
"You shouldn't be the first one to apologize" Layla said softly as she wiped the stray tear away with her thumb "I'm sorry Sora. I hurt you without meaning to. I was already upset from being pestered by Sarah, and I forgot who I was snapping at"
Sora's eyes watered again. She hadn't been expecting an apology. Though she was happy, she couldn't let Layla be the only one putting blame on herself.
"Sora don't cry" Layla was beginning to choke on her words "if you cry then I'm going to cry" her eyes began to glisten and her mouth shook.
Sora blinked away some of her tears and tackled Layla down so she was lying on top of the blonde on the couch. She firmly pressed her lips onto Layla's, never pulling away. Not until she released her lips and muttered a shaky response against them.
"It's okay... I'm so sorry. Really. I shouldn't have called you cold. You're wonderful and I know it. I should have just left it alone"
Layla sighed as in response as Sora finished talking and began kissing her again. She attempted to speak around Sora's incessant kisses, but it proved to be quite a chore.
"No, Sora... Mph... If you did that... You would have been even more upset" a few kisses more and Layla realized Sora was only half listening, but continued anyway "you had every right... Mmm... To call me that"
When Sora didn't reply Layla grabbed her and flipped them over so that she was now on top. She gripped Sora's arms and pinned them down so the girl couldn't move. Her smirk told Sora she was being playful, and wasn't mad. But her tone told her she was serious.
"Sora, are you even listening to me?"
Sora blinked and then giggled once.
"Of course. I always listen to you... I just don't care"
Layla gave her a slightly offended look, even though she knew what Sora meant.
"No, I didn't mean like that!" Sora began to panic. Layla laughed and shook her head, a tear of joy from laughing slipped out and fell onto Sora's cheek.
"Sora. You know I love you, right?" Layla calmed down from laughing long enough to ask.
Sora's features softened from panic to awe as she nodded and replied.
"Of course. As long as you remember that I love you too"
Layla nodded and lowered her head for another soft kiss. Unfortunately it didn't last long before she remembered something.
"wasn't the reason we got half the day off today because we were supposed to use the time to move your stuff in here?... Not spend it kissing on the couch"
"oh yeah..." Sora spoke in quiet realization "aww. But I like kissing on the couch..." She whined.
Layla snuffed in humour "So do I. But that doesn't mean we have the time for it" She released Sora and got up, straightening her outfit "Now come on"
"Fine..." Sora groaned as she too got up.