Tris's gaze is warm and a little relaxed, and Blue smiles, a little of the anxiety about what to do or say to make sure everything's okay draining away. It's not that she and Tris have ever had trouble getting their meaning across to each other, particularly, but she keeps expecting things to be tense, possibly because they always have been for one reason or another.
This doesn't feel tense. There's a sort of rush to all of it, a nervousness, but it's the sort of nervousness that comes before good things.
She grins when Tris tugs her back into her bedroom and closes the space to kiss her against the edge of the bed before realizing she can't just flop them both onto it dramatically, much as she might like to. There'll be time for that sort of stuff later.
Blue takes a breath and sits next to her. "Hey," she says, running a hand up along Tris' arm. "So..." She feels very stupid. More kissing, less talking. But it catches in her chest, flutters bird-like. "Do I get to call you my girlfriend, or are we not there?"
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Date: 2018-12-30 07:07 am (UTC)This doesn't feel tense. There's a sort of rush to all of it, a nervousness, but it's the sort of nervousness that comes before good things.
She grins when Tris tugs her back into her bedroom and closes the space to kiss her against the edge of the bed before realizing she can't just flop them both onto it dramatically, much as she might like to. There'll be time for that sort of stuff later.
Blue takes a breath and sits next to her. "Hey," she says, running a hand up along Tris' arm. "So..." She feels very stupid. More kissing, less talking. But it catches in her chest, flutters bird-like. "Do I get to call you my girlfriend, or are we not there?"