It wasn't something Nataliya planned to do. She doubted it had been top of Erika's priorities either. Yet here they both were, in a tangle of limbs on the guestroom bed with only the lamps outside to illuminate what they were doing.
"Will you be missing me?" Erika whispers. "When I am not here, will you be missing me?"
Every day, Nataliya wants to say. I'll be missing you every day, every time I close my eyes and feel your voice in my ears, every time I swallow and feel your laugh against my lips, every time I breath in and smell your hair, every day, every day I will be missing you. But she doesn't know how good the other girl's English is, so she pulls her closer and tries to convey all the emotions with her entire mouth instead of her tongue, with the tears stinging her eyes, with her hands trying to pull Erika in and never let go.
There's a crash from the bedroom door. Her older brother is standing there, a bewildered look on his face as he wonders what Nataliya is doing with his German Exchange partner.
"Vanya, I –" Nataliya leaps away from Erika as if she's been stung.
"Wir sind gehen aus die Fleugzoid in funfzehn minuten," he struggles with the German at first, far more used to speaking English, or better yet his native Russian. "Nataliya, you will help Erika get her suitcases, da?"
She breathes a sigh of relief thinking she's off the hook, but then she catches sight of his smile, eerily lit by the streetlights outside. This isn't the end of it, she'll hear more when he gets back from the airport, and the thought of it leaves a lead weight in the pit of her stomach.
"Da?" She's kept him waiting.
"Da," she nods, and turns to help Erika off of the bed.
She's already up, and won't turn round even when Nataliya awkwardly touches her on the shoulder. By the sound of things, she might be crying.
A/n: So, I don't know how long this will be, but it'll be updated fairly regularly.