Owned
Unbeknownst to most people, Boscha loved affection. The hate she gave in physical form came back 10 times harder when it came to people she was fond of. Any chance she got, she would hug people, put her arm around their waist, and hold people's hands. The reason most people never knew this, was because they always found it odd or unnerving. Someone so snarky, bossy, and overall just plain rude—how were they to expect such a thing from her? Or how were they not to expect some other ulterior motive?
However, there was one exception.
Willow Park, her beloved gym partner-turned-girlfriend of oh, 2 years now? The one person everyone always wants, or rather, expects a hug from. That sweet friend in the group. The "reliable" one. The one who broke Boscha's walls down and made her feel weak and soft and all the things she thought she hated. When she found out Boscha's soft side came with hugs and kisses, she was thrilled, to have found someone compatible with all forms of her affection. The first day Willow put her head on Boscha's shoulder was unforgettable for the both of them—maybe due to the fact that it was followed by one well-earned kiss. It came to the point where whenever Willow did it, Boscha took it as a signal to have at her. It was an unspoken norm for them, something both knew but never cared enough to point out.
Though, that isn't to say Boscha rejects her friends' offers. Skara, for example, had a habit of truly just lunging at people like a fierce koala. Willow didn't mind. After all, she did the same thing for her friends!
However, one random day, Skara—sitting on her staff—wrapped her arms around Boscha's neck for a hug. She was too high to go for her torso, after all. But the Emerald Entrails had just had their first victory in a tournament! So Boscha, excited as ever for a victory—even if it wasn't hers—reciprocated, but not without noticing her girlfriend staring at her on her staff as well. She would describe the look as both blank and curious. Despite the tilted head Willow still had a small smile, so she thought nothing of it and gave her a small peck on the cheek for her victory as well.
"That's my star captain."
Willow did not reciprocate.
After the game, that moment ate away at Boscha.
I didn't do anything wrong, did I? She just didn't kiss me because she just took it as a prize. That's all. Why would she kiss me back if she's the one who won! Right. Right?
Oh thorns. But what if I did do something wrong? Was it the hug? Did it look like we were kissing from her view?
The calming sounds of tea and cups were muffled through Willow's bedroom door.
But why would she invite me over if she was mad at me… Unless. Unless she's going to break up with me in private.
The sheets of Willow's bed started to feel irritating under her skin, and she noticed the sweat clinging to the blanket over her as well. How could something so comfortable be so uncomfortable?
The door opens with a loud creak all too audible for Boscha's ears, followed by her girlfriend
(Better savor the last time you can think of her that way, Bosch)
setting down a tray on her bedside table. Boscha sat up as Willow sat on the edge of the bed.
"Willow, let me ex—"
She put her head on her shoulder.
Wait. Wait, what? Should I. Does she…
Willow grabbed her arm and squeezed. It was far too intimate to be just a coincidence, but making sure, Boscha cupped Willow's cheek. It offered her a chance to deny her.
She did not.
Boscha plunged her lips into Willow's. She savored the taste and slid a hand through curls of hair and the other around her waist. She then peppered quick pecks all over Willow's cheek and neck. She squeaked after each one. To this day Boscha wasn't sure if she even knew she did it, but she loved it every time.
Her breath heaved, unsure whether it was because of the anxiety she put herself through—or well, Willow seemed to be going through the same thing. But another look caught Boscha's glance. One of frustration or disappointment or sternness or something she can't describe, not before Willow shoved her face into Boscha's neck, and stayed there for much, much longer than normal.
"Tell me if this is weird," she said under many breaths that made the hairs on Boscha's neck stand. "But I want this all to myself."
Willow ran her thumb over Boscha's neck. Fuck did she hope Willow didn't feel her gulp. But she probably did. Probably liked it too. In fact, she's probably smiling into her shoulder, so proud of herself for making her a mess and playing with her like putty in her palms.
"I don't mind," she stated with such fervor.
It's no wonder Willow giggled. "Oh, do you want it?"
Possessive. That's the word Boscha was looking for.
In that moment, Willow was possessive. It made her weaker than she would like to admit. Weaker than she had ever felt before, like she was going to topple over at any moment and let the world sway beneath her only to be met with a warm bed and soft pillows. When has anyone ever wanted her this much before? It's always been pinning for the people who never even wanted her. Always desperately clawing for anyone to stay. But this? Being wanted, and having someone even be jealous of other people just to have you...
Willow kissed her neck. It was much, much softer compared to her kisses. Much slower. Tender. Tinier too. But Boscha melted and hummed contently each time. She was such a tease.
It's almost painful how much she wanted it.