(This is a girl X girl Dodie X reader fanfic)
I gaze over into Dodie's beautiful hazel eyes, the colour of an acorn just fallen from the tree. They're enchanting in their own way, just like the rest of her, as she sits on her bed, plucking at her ukulele delicately and singing so softly and sweetly. Her voice is so gentle and calming, like that of an angel, or something of the ilk. The words escape her lips so smoothly as I stare at them, longing to feel them against my own. I can barely hear her anymore for the pounding of my heart against my rib cage.
She even smells lovely. She wears a lovely perfume, Karma, that smells like lemongrass and sleep. I shuffle along the bed, closer to her, just so I can smell her scent and feel her warmth.
I have known Dodie for a few years now, and she has become my best friend. I live every day just to hear her voice, smell her scent, and be with her, and eventually fell in love with her. She knows I am (insert sexuality here), she was the first person I came out to, as she feels so safe, and completely supports me. As far as I know though, she's straight, but I often wonder if she would reciprocate my secret crush on her. Why must I fall so deep in love?
Dodie finishes the last chords of the song, a g chord which she strums lightly before placing the ukulele on the floor in front of her. I don't realise though until she brushes the side of my face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Her hand is warm against my cheek, and so, so, soft. I stare into her eyes again, they drag me in with their warmth and kindness.
"(Y/N), there's something I have to tell you," she sighs awkwardly, her head hanging low and her bouncy brown waves shielding her face. "I - I like you, as more than friends." She says. I take her hand and start to run circles over it. "I don't really know what label I fit, but I'm certainly not straight." She laughs half heartedly, although I can see tears forming in her eyes. Her head is bowed in what is a mixture of shame and sorrow, so I lean forwards and kiss the top of her head gently. Her warm brown curls are soft against my lips, and again I get that waft of lemongrass and lavender.
"To be honest Dodie, I have liked you back for ages." I say softly, my head lying to rest on her shoulder. She brings her head up again.
"Can I kiss you?" She whispers quietly. I nod. We both pull each other in close, and then suddenly our lips collide. It's brief, but sends sparks running through my body. Our arms wrap tightly around each other as we kiss again, this time longer and more passionately. Her soft lips taste like the apple juice we had sitting on the side cabinet, and I can taste her signature peach lipgloss move onto my lips as we make out. Our kiss seems like the subject of a Polaroid picture, and a part of me longs to be trapped that picture, kissing Dodie forever, over and over again. But she pulls away.
"Will you go out with me?" She asks shyly.
"Of course!" I say grinning, and our lips lock once more, as we exchange body heat.
She means everything to me.
