Prey in a hole in your heart
-I think something is starting between them-Gudrun whispers in her husband's ear.
-Woman, stop your conspiracies-he shakes his head-are you saying that with one day spent together everything is solved?
-Not everything. But it's the push I gave them, it's working.
-You can't take all the credit.
-I do-Gudrun points back and they both discreetly look at the hug that Ingrid and Mapi share-what does that tell you?
-That they can do everything on their own.
-I spoke to Frido. She's a tough nut to crack, very loyal to Ingrid, but I got some information out of her.
Ørjan rolls his eyes and smiles.
-Don't you want to know? -asks Gudrun.
-I guess you're going to tell me anyway.
-Yes. Frido thinks that Ingrid denies her feelings for María. Feelings! But they are close to something.
-What great news.
-Don't pretend you don't care. You want this as much as I do.
-It's true-he finally confesses-I think Maria is a great girl and I think she and Ingrid would make a lovely couple. They look good together, but what matters is that there are feelings.
-There are, you can rest assured, and they will see it.
-Better this way because I would hate for my little girl's heart to be broken.
Gudrun smiles and looks back one last time, and the two women continue to embrace. Oh yes, there is not just something there, there is absolutely everything there.
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Later at the hotel, preparing to have dinner with the family, Mapi thinks about the hug and the many feelings she let flow in Ingrid's arms. The way Ingrid melted into her and held her.
Think of the conversation with Patri, trying to catch up in just a few minutes, the amount of things to say. And Patri also asked very tactfully if it would be okay to visit her next month. Well, she said yes.
Mapi takes special care in getting ready that night, following Gudrun's instructions that it was a formal dinner. But then the older woman winks. Although, as far as she knows, she rented the hotel's private room for them alone, so she puts on a discreet black dress and a light blazer over it so as not to freeze, and perhaps internally, hoping to impress a certain black-haired girl.
She knocks on the bathroom door to wait for Ingrid, but the Norwegian tells her that she has to take care of something before going downstairs.
Mapi goes downstairs and meets Anders and his wife and they chat casually for a while. Everything feels a little lighter. And that's when she sees her, Jill, entering the elevator.
She bites her lower lip until it hurts and mumbles an apology to the couple as she heads to the bathroom, gathering her thoughts.
There's a blonde waiting outside and it's not the one who just went up to see Ingrid.
-Hello, Maria.
-Fridolina- she whispers politely ready to pass.
-Wait-says Frido, who saw the Spanish woman's expression of dismay when she saw Jill and gave her a clue about what was going on.
-I got to go.
-Ingrid is with Jill right now.
-I know.
-But it's not what you think.
-I don't believe anything and if I did, it wouldn't be relevant.
-Yes for Ingrid.
Mapi huffs in frustration and mumbles something that can't be understood. Frido smiles slyly.
-Can we go to the bar and wait for Ingrid? I think it's not long before dinner.
Mapi is usually calm, sober, she doesn't act on impulse and much less reveal any feelings she harbors inside to some stranger, but something in Frido invites her to be a little frank.
-I can't watch Ingrid and Jill together.
-You wouldn't stand it, huh? -Frido links her arms and they walk silently together. She notices how blushing Mapi is and assumes that she and Ingrid are just stupid, that's all, just like Gudrun whispered. That woman knows everything.
They talk for a while and get to know each other; for Mapi, she is no longer a stranger invading her place and for Frido, Mapi is no longer the bitter girl with a stick up her butt.
Ingrid appears just minutes later. Stunning, gorgeous. The thick, wild dark hair that Mapi still dreams of burying her fingertips in again and again. So unattainable that it hurts. And Mapi looks away as quickly as she can.
-Ready to go to the salon?
Frido gives her a very eloquent look and Ingrid frowns.
-I'll go ahead-the blonde whispers and disappears.
-Is everything all right?
Mapi could act dumb and nod her head in agreement, but she's tired of pretending. And it may all be obvious when she mentions Jill, but damn common sense.
-You were…you were with Jill.
-Yes, she wanted to say hello-Ingrid's frown deepens because she can't understand how that bothers Mapi. Unless...
-Ok.
-But she's not really the one I want to spend my time with or talk to.
-No? I mean, you left her to come talk to me?
-Of course-she answers without thinking much.
-You are with her-Mapi makes a vague gesture with her hands as if to make herself understood.
-Mhm?
-You know what I mean.
-Being together like in a relationship? Dating?
Ingrid looks so amazed that a tiny spark of hope settles inside Mapi.
-Yeah.
-God, no!-Ingrid exclaims and before she can add more, Mapi continues.
-I was at your house. I went to talk to you after the kiss, I wanted to talk, apologize, fix it. And she opened the door freshly showered and told me. To stay away from you because you two are in something.
-It's not like that, Maria-Ingrid blinks and vehemently denies it-what else did he say?
-The rest is not important, but you...
-Really, Maria, she and I...no-Ingrid continues denying.
-But I was at your house, I opened the door, you were taking a shower.
-I'm sure I wasn't there, okay? -Ingrid runs a hand through her hair, quite angry at the blonde's actions- Jill's place flooded because of a broken pipe or something, and she needed somewhere to stay for a few days. Well, I really hate it when someone invades my space, but I had no choice but to offer her my apartment after she openly suggested it, and I stayed in Melhus. I stayed at my parents' house the whole time, of course.
It seems like a logical explanation, one that leaves Mapi's heart light and no escape from her shrewd green eyes.
-Why do you care so much? -Ingrid finally asks.
-Because we kiss, you tell me that you like me and a few days later I go to see you to discover that you are already with another woman, how would you feel?
-You're right-Ingrid concedes-but what I'm telling you is the truth. I'm not... I'm not with her, or anyone else.
Mapi swallows and they hold each other's gaze for a few slow seconds that stop everything that happens around them. This seems to change something and if she acts and follows her instincts, she should first be clear with Ingrid and tell her how bad she is at relationships.
-Is that why you offered me your friendship?
-Among other things-Mapi evades.
-Can we talk later? -Ingrid asks in a hopeful whisper-because Mom is probably coming to get us soon.
-Yes- Mapi sighs and they both stand up.
The air feels too stuffy and crackling, and if anyone notices, it doesn't matter. They're still in intense scrutiny. Each one catches the other's eyes and they get lost there, omitting the chatter, the laughter, whatever is happening at the table.
How dare they look at each other like that. It was so obvious.
For Frido, for Gudrun, even Ada. Everyone thought that the two had already fallen for each other, but they were being foolish and delaying the inevitable.
Long after dinner is over and the birthday cake has been eaten, a small band makes its appearance and each couple comes out for a moment of dancing.
Ingrid hesitates for just a second and extends her hand to Mapi with a gesture of hope.
-If you don't dance, it's okay.
-I don't dance-answers the Spanish woman-but I can make an exception.
-You always manage to make me feel special.
-You are-Mapi answers without hesitation, and to her complete delight, Ingrid's entire face blushes and a sweet smile settles on her face and never goes away.
They move very slowly and get lost again in each other's eyes.
-You are beautiful-says Ingrid-very much.
Mapi would like to believe it, but what Jill said remains fresh in her memory.
-Usually the answer is thank you-jokes the Norwegian.
-I don't feel beautiful, and no, I'm not looking for more compliments.
-You are-says Ingrid, looking at her with such intensity that Mapi feels a tingling sensation in every part of her body-and it is still very difficult for me not to try to seduce you, you know? I fight against it every day.
It's like everything changed from one moment to the next, but the same flirting is still there. Ingrid is hopeful after finding out that Mapi felt bad about the supposed relationship with Jill; and Mapi, well, is still trying to figure out how to act from now on.
-Ingrid, please.
-It's the truth, none of that changed-confesses Ingrid-and don't tell me you don't feel the same because you'd be lying.
Mapi shakes her head and the two walk away only to find everyone around them looking at them smiling, including the two children.
-And I'd still like to have a big chat with you, please.
-Okay, yes, it is necessary.
-When you feel ready.
-Very considerate, Ingrid,
-You know, we've been around the block so much that I can be a little more patient.
Mapi half smiles when inside everything is in turmoil. But she doesn't show it.
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As they climb up to the room, everything feels too charged, like something about to break and explode. But not in a bad way. It's that thing that's changing and it's very difficult to explain.
-How do you feel about today? It was a lot of emotions for you.
-Yes, really-Mapi nods-but it was good. I think it did me good to see the girls.
-That's good, isn't it?
-It depends on the point of view-Mapi shrugs-anyway, it's not the only emotion I experienced today.
-So, you believe me that I'm not with Jill? -Ingrid leans casually against one of the armchairs in the room.
-Do you care what I think?
-Well, it was you who seemed to have a hard time believing it-Ingrid gloats, and now that she has seen her opportunity, she will not let it pass.
Mapi exhales slowly.
-I can't do this, Ingrid.
-What? -Ingrid approaches Mapi.
-This. Pretending like I don't care when I clearly do.
-You just have to say why you care-says Ingrid-just stop fighting and admit things.
-But I can't... I can't give you...-Mapi lets out a huge frustrated sigh and runs her hands over her face.
-Hey, everything's okay-Ingrid calms her down, gently taking her arms without keeping her distance-we don't have to do this now, you know, I was serious. You can take your time.
-And you would wait for me forever- Mapi responds with an ironic and incredulous tone.
-I would-answers Ingrid without hesitation.
She sounds so fucking sincere that Mapi believes her, and yet, she feels like she doesn't deserve it at all.
-Come on, go get ready for bed-Ingrid encourages her. And the look she gives her is so cautious that Mapi fears she is pushing her away too much. However, if she wants to be honest with her, she has to start by explaining some things, and surely after that, Ingrid won't see her in the same way.
Mapi enters the bathroom, changes clothes, washes her face and cools her thoughts. She is calm knowing how wrong her belief about Ingrid and Jill was, but even so, there is so much left to say or know.
When she comes out, Ingrid is standing with her arms crossed over her chest, half turned towards the window, the dress she hasn't taken off hugging every curve of her body.
Sometimes Mapi hates not being a little impulsive and sensible, because otherwise she would go and kiss Ingrid, hug her, act on the impulse of the moment. And she is sure that she would be welcomed by Ingrid despite all the rejection she suffered before.
-Ingrid-calls.
-Yeah?
-You now have the bathroom free- and as usual, she also gets scared.
-Thank you.
Once alone, Mapi paces around the room thinking about what to say. The whole truth, the half-truth. Nothing at all. For starters, her questioning whether to be honest with Ingrid or not is more than I thought I would give of her before.
She is already in bed, like the night before, when Ingrid goes to bed too. And she looks…strange, restrained
-I was serious-Mapi murmurs, as if lying next to Ingrid activated a confession switch-I hadn't slept with someone in years, that is, shared a bed. It may sound pathetic but I'm not an easy or open person, it's hard for me to let someone in lately and that applies to the most private things like sleeping.
She knows Ingrid wants to say something, anything, but there is only silence and a soft sigh.
-I don't know what we're doing or what will happen to us when we talk about what we feel, because we'll talk about it soon-she continues-but before that, I want to tell you some things about me. Things that aren't pleasant and that will probably make you run away, and frankly, I wouldn't blame you.
They turn around and face each other again like the night before.
-I was never good at relationships, of any kind, and I didn't commit much either. For me it was easier, more time for my career, to be on top and be recognized as the best. I cared about titles, trophies, stupid individual awards that fed my ego; I didn't care about the people around me or even enough time to find out if any of the girls I'd met could mean something more, that was unpleasant to me. It was me and only me-Mapi takes a deep breath of oxygen-until I let someone in and dragged her with me into all that madness I called a happy life.
Ingrid is just there listening, letting her talk and open up, not even breathing too loudly for fear of cutting the moment short. All she can manage to do is put a hand on Mapi's hand.
-Her name was Sara and our relationship didn't start out as a big romance or love at first sight or anything like that. It was weird, you know, she caught my eye but I didn't want to get involved because she was a friend of a friend. She was a friend of Alexia, that's how I met her. So Sara and I were friends for years before we started a relationship, I started to like her before I liked her in any other way, if that makes sense. Although nothing in love does, right?
Ingrid continues to caress Mapi's hand with her thumb without taking her eyes off the Spanish girl. Wanting to know so much.
-It turns out that just as I pushed my parents and my friends away, I pushed Sara away. Or rather, I never let her in completely. When we decided to enter into the relationship, it was on my terms and if you ask me, I couldn't tell you why I said yes to a relationship, maybe to prove to myself or to everyone else that I could be a great professional and equally successful in my personal life, that I could handle both things. We didn't know how to fit in but we tried, we wanted to make it work no matter what, and in the end, that played against us. I was so selfish that I ruined a person's life without measuring the consequences. I never paid attention to her, I cancelled plans, I didn't allow us to be seen together, always focused on football and avoiding the press. I also didn't want to make the relationship formal in front of friends and family...
-María…
-I was a piece of shit and I still am, okay? I have no excuse. Everything with Sara ended badly and I didn't care, I only thought about myself, and that's when karma hit me because I had the two injuries and everything in my life stopped working.
-I don't think you were shit, and I don't think you are shit today- says Ingrid- you are a human being.
-Don't you understand, Ingrid? -Mapi shakes her head, releasing the tears she was holding back-I'm not good with people or maintaining relationships, I always push everyone away.
Ingrid finally understands.
-And you're afraid to do that with me?
-Yes- she answers in a small, unstable voice.
-It's not like that, you won't-Ingrid comes closer and wipes away her tears-you're not going to get rid of me that easily.
That at least makes Mapi sob a laugh.
-It seems like you always wipe away my tears and hotel beds are good for big talks.
-It seems so-Ingrid gives a slight sideways smile-but those pretty eyes shouldn't cry so often.
-And on top of that you are very sweet.
The black-haired can only shrug her shoulders, agreeing with her.
-I can't continue talking now, I can't say anything else-Mapi denies, omitting the most important and crude part of the story.
Knowing there's more to say puts a huge knot of fear in Ingrid's stomach without being clear on why.
-Okay, I respect that-the Norwegian murmurs-you don't have to say anything you're not ready for.
-You are so good to me.
-You deserve it.
Ingrid always speaks with such confidence. Ingrid is always there, patient, kind, asking for nothing in return, accepting her rejection and giving her all in spite of it. She doesn't put pressure on her.
And for the first time, Mapi is impulsive because she is almost certain that once Ingrid analyzes what she just told her, she will walk away, understanding that she is not worth it.
Mapi approaches, placing a hand on Ingrid's face, caressing her temple with her thumb, and stops looking at her as if to make her understand what she is about to do.
-Please-asks Ingrid, crossing her arm over the Spanish woman's hip.
Mapi can only smile at that and how desperate Ingrid sounds.
It's a very subtle touch of the lips, nothing as hot as the first kiss, without any sudden movement to take things further. Both close their eyes and enjoy the closeness and the soft kiss.
-Pretty-Ingrid whispers.
-Yes-Mapi agrees.
-You've made me wait too long for another kiss.
-Sorry about that, maybe I can make it up to you with another one before bed?
They get closer again and do the same kiss that feels even better than the last one if that's possible. Mapi doesn't want to move away; Ingrid doesn't want everything to end so quickly.
-You should rest, it's been a long day for you.
-Will you still be here holding my hand despite everything I told you?
-Of course-Ingrid slowly caresses the strands of brown hair and with her free hand, she intertwines her fingers with Mapi's.
-That's the way to make me fall asleep quickly...
The Norwegian watches Mapi's sleepy smile and the slowness with which she closes her eyes.
Ingrid can't stop looking at her, longing to talk more deeply, to put everything on the table and find out if they can agree, if all this means they both want the same thing. And when she thinks about it, it's not just about getting her into bed anymore, it's something bigger.
Ingrid is very, very screwed and she just confirmed it. It's not like she didn't know it before, but a confirmation doesn't hurt. That's all Mapi said, the way she's coming out of her shell and daring to show more of herself.
It was those two soft kisses from a moment ago. Because between a passionate and hot kiss, and a slow and silky one, she has just discovered which of the two is the most dangerous.
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They didn't wake up as far apart as the morning before, but they weren't exactly tangled up either, and Mapi slept through the night without even waking up at dawn.
It was Ingrid who tossed and turned all night, who got out of bed early and sent a message to Jill to have breakfast together. Only the blonde didn't count on it being a breakfast for three.
She lets Mapi sleep a little longer, probably because of the emotions of the day before. The way she seemed to fit so well into the hugs each of the soccer players gave her, the conversations and smiles, the reminiscing about other times that Mapi lived through and that she has no idea about. She continues to make do with the scraps that Mapi gives. Big scraps now, and yet, incomplete.
-Hey, what time is it? -Mapi rubs her barely open eyes adorably.
-It's been a while since dawn, if that's your question-Ingrid smiles as she approaches with her usual cup of coffee- you're a sleepyhead.
-I'm not.
-You were today, here with me, don't take that sweet thought away from me. Besides, it's Sunday, you're on a little getaway and you're allowed to get up a little later-Ingrid smiles and refrains from pointing out that if they woke up together every day, she wouldn't allow Mapi to escape from bed so easily. Not a chance.
Mapi just makes a muffled sound and covers herself up to her head again. Ingrid struggles not to kiss her right there. Step by step.
-Anyway, we have to go to breakfast in a few minutes.
-Don't sound so serious.
-I don't-she lies, thinking that confronting Jill won't be pleasant at all.
She returns to her place in the small living room giving Mapi time and privacy to get ready, without stopping to think about everything.
-Hey, is everything okay? - Mapi asks.
-Yes, why?
-I don't know...about last night-Mapi doubts.
-The kisses or the conversation in which you positioned yourself as the worst person in the world?
-Both, I guess.
-Come here-Ingrid extends her hand now as something natural and Mapi takes it and sits next to her-everything is fine with me, and with you?
-I think so-Mapi bites her lower lip-but I don't know what comes next after this. I mean...
She shakes the head and looks at the floor intently.
-You don't have to decide everything now.
-It's just that you seem to have so clear what you want, Ingrid, and I'm undecided...
-Do you want to talk about it now? Because we can.
Mapi denies again.
-I need to think, okay?
-Okay- Ingrid nods without being too disappointed. She is going to give Mapi some time.
But then Mapi gently rests her head on her shoulder and squeezes her hand, and Ingrid forgets to even breathe. At what point did the woman at her side go from being so far away to doing things like that, which lead her to a constant state of delirium.
-You are very tense-says Mapi.
-It's not like the girl I like is leaning on my shoulder.
-So that's what it's about-the words are playful but there's a very soft sigh behind them-we're back to flirting.
-I'm not flirting, I'm just stating a fact.
Mapi raises her head and her amber eyes smile and her entire face seems devoid of any rigidity.
-Well, I thought I'd get my good morning kiss.
Ingrid turns into a real mess after that. She, the one who never committed and went from woman to woman, the one who only noticed a specific type of woman, the one who almost killed Gudrun for the mere suggestion of wanting to start something with Mapi. And her mother was right after all.
-I didn't know if you...
Mapi laughs discreetly and raises her eyebrows. Quite a challenge.
Ingrid kisses her without thinking twice, placing both hands on either side of Mapi's neck, almost lifting one of her legs onto Mapi's legs. She moves her lips masterfully and patiently, exploring, tasting, swallowing every small, silky noise Mapi lets out. Nothing has ever felt so real and powerful.
-So, now, good morning?
-Mmm, yes-murmurs Mapi, finally opening her eyes-you taste like coffee.
Ingrid snorts and stands up and pulls Mapi with her.
-Let's go outside at once or we won't get out all morning.
They put their pinkies together in the elevator and hide them behind their bodies as if it were something improper and there are little sidelong glances.
But as they head to the coffee shop down the block (to avoid any possible intrusion from family members), Ingrid speaks hesitantly.
-I told Jill to come.
Contrary to the possible reaction of anger or denial that I expected from Mapi, she nods with the corners of her lips stretched imperceptibly.
-I don't know why I'm not surprised.
-Do you agree, then?
-Well, the one he has to explain herself to is you.
-And you too. Also, I want her to apologize for whatever she said to you and I'd like you to have no doubt that I have nothing to do with her.
-I don't have them, you took care of that.
-Even so…
-Let's just go in.
The smile on the blonde architect's face disappears as soon as she sees the two of them enter together.
-Ingrid, I thought it would just be the two of us.
-It's rude not to greet people-Ingrid mumbles as she sits down.
And although Jill says a muffled hello that Mapi reciprocates, Ingrid begins to boil with an unknown rage.
-I think you owe us both an apology, Jill-clearly the black-haired doesn't beat around the bush-to both of us.
-I don't understand what's happening, Ingrid.
Mapi half smiles as she orders in her best Norwegian a big breakfast for both of them. At least she tries.
-So, we're in a relationship and I'm not aware of it.
-What do you mean? -the blonde ignores that, clearly affected.
-As far as I know, our relationship is strictly professional and will continue to be so for many more months. And we have talked about it, why did you tell María otherwise?
-What did you say to her? -Jill murmurs to Mapi.
-You're talking to me, Jill-Ingrid's tone is so firm and serious that it makes both Mapi and the blonde blink-did you or didn't you tell María that we're together when we're not?
-Yes, I'm sorry, okay-Jill tries to reach for Ingrid's hand but the Norwegian quickly takes it away- I just can't stand the idea of her... of her seducing you, how can I allow that?
-Don't act like a child. That's none of your business.
-It is because you know how I feel about you, you and I would be so good together!
Ingrid breathes in frustration.
-You should also apologize to Maria, don't you think?
Jill looks at Mapi without hiding her displeasure but above all she wants to get on Ingrid's good side.
-I'm sorry for everything I said.
Mapi knows she is not being sincere but she doesn't even flinch and drinks her blessed tea slowly.
-Apologies accepted.
Ingrid has an eyebrow raised in a questioning gesture. Jill seems about to beg the black-haired girl for something; and Mapi, deep down, enjoys that she suffers a little after tormenting her.
-Well, my future girlfriend to María and I would like to have breakfast, please?
Jill nods, standing up and looking at Ingrid as if waiting for her to change her mind.
-And Jill-Ingrid stops her - strictly professional relationship, don't forget.
Only when Jill leaves does Ingrid look at Mapi, who doesn't seem very affected.
-You are very calm.
-Well, I don't deny that I enjoyed every desperate gesture she made-confesses Mapi-but I must also say that I restrained myself from retaliating as she deserved.
-What was the other thing she said to you?
-Ah, things that don't matter anymore-Mapi dismisses.
-Maria-insists Ingrid taking a small sip of juice.
-Things about my looks, you know. And about you and her having slept together more than once-Mapi clears her throat-but it's better to forget about it, right?
Ingrid nods, not entirely convinced, and they continue with breakfast calmly.
Of course there's a message from her mother in her inbox asking if the sheets stuck to them. Oh, the subtlety she has. And Ingrid can't help but smile.
They return to the hotel a while later, walking very close to each other with their hands in their pockets, touching their elbows, in silence.
-Thanks for what you did today, it wasn't necessary, but it was nice.
-I think it was very necessary, especially if I want to make my position clear.
-And what would it be?
-Ah, you'll have to wait. You'll know when we have our big talk.
Mapi thinks it's only fair and they go inside. Some of the gang is waiting for them to arrive to discuss the plans for the day before the men's game. Not that they contribute much. Ingrid gives a couple of suggestions and Mapi remains silent under Gudrun's shrewd gaze.
Only two days and everything has changed, and there is still more to come. Mapi doesn't think it's so bad if it means kissing Ingrid and hugging her.
But she's not being honest and that's what keeps her restless.
-Did we lose you? -asks Gudrun.
-No, of course not-Mapi wakes up-I was just thinking.
-Sometimes you have to think less and act more, what do you say?
-Gudrun-laughs Mapi, as if the woman knew.
-It was just a piece of advice.
-A wise one?
-No, advice from a mother who wants to see her daughter and the girl she also considers as one well.
Mapi blinks excitedly and is torn between smiling or flatly denying it. But Gudrun doesn't even give her time, heading off towards her children.
Before leaving on their planned excursion, Mapi and Ingrid go up to their room with the great excuse of changing into a more suitable outfit, but really all they want to do is kiss a little without anyone seeing anything.
They cross the door, and before kissing her as she wishes, Ingrid only clarifies a couple of points.
-I don't know what Jill said about your appearance or how much it made you uncomfortable, because I know it did, but you should know that I find you irresistible. You are beautiful, every part of you is precious and you draw so much attention that I can't get you out of my mind. But the most important thing is that you are a good person-Ingrid caresses Mapi's cheeks, surrendered to the silkiness of her voice and sweet words.
-Completely forgotten from now on-says Mapi.
-And about the other thing, my affair with her was a long time ago, months, okay? And it was something very casual.
Mapi nods her head affirmatively and approaches, capturing Ingrid's lips, driven by all the courage she hasn't had before, in a kiss that is no longer like the ones they shared that night or that morning; with a hint of tenderness and a lot of hunger, with desperation. Mapi feels dizzy every time she kisses the Norwegian, lost adrift and probably very, very screwed.
As an inconsistent afterthought, Mapi thinks that if Ingrid wasn't holding her by the waist, she would be a very embarrassing mess on the floor because her legs feel like jelly.
And those are just kisses.
Ingrid smiles against her lips.
-Nice way to shut me up.
-I'm a practical woman-gasps Mapi.
-If we go out like this, Mom won't let it happen, you know that.
-As if I didn't know right now what we're up to-Mapi rolls her eyes laughing.
-Yes, it's likely that he set up a little ambush for us-the black-haired also laughs and goes to fix her lipstick.
-Well...I'm not complaining-Mapi admits.
Ingrid smiles at her through the mirror.
The big talks would wait a bit but today was all about enjoying what looks like an auspicious start.