“Sorry I’m a sad slut most of time.”
Eve and Lilith are in their bedroom, Lilith’s head across Eve’s lap as Eve reads a smut novel and strokes Lilith’s fro. Eve lowers their book in response to Lilith.
“I’d rather be with a sad slut then a happy slut.”
[No response.]
“And trust me, I’ve been with some happy sluts. Always smiling, bringing me fruit to eat. I can only be fed grapes in bed so many times. Happy sluts—good for them, not for me.”
[Still no response.]
“Listen, Lil…you wanna go on an adventure with me?”
“...now?”
“Yes! Let’s go! And this is not some cheap scheme to ~cheer you up.~ Promise. Let’s be sad sluts…but buzz up our heart rates a bit.”
The two femmes get dressed for a chilly March night–sweatpants, boots, thick knit sweaters, fingerless gloves, Eve’s signature green bandana around their neck.
Then Eve leads Lilith into the kitchen.
“Give me your fingers.”
“What? Why?”
“Trust me…it’s part one of the Sad Slut Adventure.”
Lilith holds out her hand and Eve proceeds to lick each of Lilith’s fingertip.
Lilith is laughing and shaking her head, “What are you doing you wild thing?”
Eve responds with the black pepper grinder–they twist and crack the berries onto Lilith’s fingertips, giving no damns about the run-off seasoning dropping onto the white-tiled floor.
Then they lick their own fingertips and hand Lilith the grinder, who, careful not to disturb her newly peppered fingers, sprinkles the pepper on Eve’s fingers accordingly.
“Now, lick that black pepper up, and let each finger contain an adventure wish for our night–I mean obviously within reason–no flights to Paris, unfortunately.”
Eve's green eyes twinkle so lovingly and mischievously as they consume their pepper fingertips, coughing a little as some spice gets in their throat.
Good god, I love them, thinks Lilith.
The adventure wishlists go as follows:
Eve wants to have some rooftop sex, write a note from a ghost and slide it under the Garden Door (there’s no question—Jesus will believe it), howl at the waning moon, snip a few flowers from the conservatory, and buy twizzlers (and maybe swipe a lollipop?) from the gas station.
Lilith wants to make out underneath the telephone wires, find the local stray black cat and feed it some tuna, moon the moon, throw (small) stones at Luc’s apartment window, and climb the old oak tree on the outskirts of Edentown.
They didn’t get to all of the adventure wishes…but they did enjoy chilly orgasms under the moon, and feed each other twizzlers, and find a flower to tuck behind Eve’s ear.
And the black cat is enjoying tuna under the telephone wires.
And the corners of Lilith’s body are still swept with sadness…but her heart is beating loudly, and she is holding Eve’s warm hand, and the sun is rising.
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Loving these Eve & Lilith fic 😍
The last line gave me chills in the best way! ✨