Microphone wandered through the hushed hallways of the hotel, each step she took emitting only a minute click of her heel as she advanced. This was more of a recent pastime Microphone had indulged in. Microphones eyes soon shift, her gaze landing on the window. She thought that…In a way, each window was its own portal to the magnificent night sky. As Mic gazed into the above, she could see each star illuminating the darkness, the moonlight spreading across the deep blue sky.
Microphone enjoyed nighttime strolls like this for sure. Peace and quiet, something she could definitely get used to. It’s more than just the tranquility of pure silence, or the glamorous night sky. More than anything, this was her personal time to reflect. Each thought stirring within her mind, laid to rest individually in this time all to herself. Something in particular, however, was with no doubt, clouding her mind recently. Something Mic can no longer shove down within, as petrifying the idea of facing such an entity may truly seem from her perspective.
Undeniably so, this entity within her she feared to confront so greatly was her feelings for Taco. Microphone has almost always been aware of this fondness for her partner deep within her, but she’d never dared to approach it. Never, she thought. Yet, Mic couldn’t stand to turn a blind eye to it any longer. After all, exploration of oneself was no doubt the reason why she went on these late-night endeavors in the first place. Microphone was going to do it. No matter how frightening the thought of taking such a substantial risk may be, avoiding her own feelings wouldn’t get her anywhere in life— and she full well knew that.
Mic inhaled, before sighing deeply. She knew Taco was more of a night owl, so this sort of timing wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary. Microphone’s mind is hasty to cloud with thoughts, attempting to hold her back by any means necessary. However, Mic is fully aware she can’t dwell on these thoughts any longer than she already has.
It’s now or never. Thought Microphone
Her pace quickens as she approaches her personal living quarters, placing one hand on the knob of the door and gently pushing it open with a small creak.
There she was, Taco. The woman who unknowingly is the reason for this all. Mic knows all too well how charming her partner is. For a split second, all Microphone could discern amongst her surroundings was each and every one of the blondes' traits, no matter how slight. Microphone’s full attention fell on Taco, analyzing every aspect of her as she simply glanced in Mic’s direction, nothing more than oblivious to the situation. This was it.
“…I need to talk to you, Taco” Announced Microphone, her anxiety becoming clear as day.'
Taco locks eyes with the taller woman, an impassive expression littered across her face. She responded simply. “Go ahead.”
Microphone rests herself on the bed, next to Taco. This wasn’t the first time they’d been like this after all, but this is different. much different. Mic’s head drops, as she takes a moment to prepare herself for what’s to come.
You can’t hide. Tell her the truth.
Microphone begins, her words ever so gentle. “I’ve realized that…I feel a certain way about you— I’m not sure how this sounds but, I want to be more with you, to be closer…I really do think I love you, Taco. Everything about you.”
Hearing Microphones words, Tacos gaze immediately shifts to one of disbelief. She was at a loss for words. Everything in the room felt still at that moment. Taco would’ve never seen something like this coming, it all felt like some movie to her. How could someone love her? Let alone, someone like Microphone! Taco was sure she was undeserving of any love, so whys she getting it handed straight to her?
Beyond that though, this made her think. Taco herself had taken a liking for Microphone over their time working together, however she never planned to act on such fantasies. Something like that just seemed like a fairytale to her, after all.
Yet somehow, she’s faced with a chance to make that a reality. Many things have happened in her life for sure, but this is one she never expected. Not to say she disliked it by any means though…
This was her chance, and Taco wasn’t going to pass on something like this. Taco’s hand slightly shifted, now resting upon Mic’s. She began to stroke the darker-haired girls' hand delicately, locking eyes with her once more.
Taco wasn’t used to this, as much as she wanted to pass herself as tough and cocky as per usual, she just couldn’t. Not now.
“…I see. I think I’d like that. Though, if I may ask, what exactly do you have in mind…?” Taco exclaimed, gazing into Microphones eyes warmly.
Microphones face flushes with each of Tacos advances. This is a new side to Taco she had never seen before, that’s for sure.
“Maybe we could do…I don’t know— Couple stuff…?” Mics face is filled with embarrassment as she stumbles over her words, looking for a clean cut explanation.
Hearing this answer, Taco leans in closer to Mic.
“Then…How about we try it?” Her words roll off the tongue sweetly as she gives Microphone a reassuring smile.
The two of them were still for a moment, listening to the sound of each other’s steady breaths. The two found eachother breathtaking, no doubt.
Taco moved her hand up to cup Microphones cheek gently, slowly grazing her lips against her partners.
The feeling was new, but not unpleasant by any means. The two slowly swayed against one another, the kiss deepening as time went on.
Eventually, the blonde woman found her way to Microphones neck, peppering it with kisses.
Feeling this sensation, Mics grip on Tacos other hand only tightened, her eyes fluttering shut in an instant.
Taco pulls back, ushering Mic to lay back. As Mic rested herself on the soft bedding, Taco climbed atop her, tucking her hair behind her ear to get a better view.
Microphone gazes up at her lover, face flushing once more as she basks in the attention of the glamorous woman sitting above her. Impulsively, Mic begins to speak, clearly disregarding what exactly she’s saying.
“..Keep going.” Microphone pleaded, before her eyes widen at the realization of what she just said aloud.
Taco got a light chuckle out of such a sight, before leaning in once again. Mic’s lips were sweet, every kiss only growing more pleasant for Taco. In the midst of this act, her hands travel to lightly caress her lovers waist.
Feeling this sudden shift, Microphone lets out a small gasp into the kiss before tangling her hands in her partners hair.
Finally, Taco pulls away, a satisfied expression dawning her face.
“Was that to your liking?” Taco questioned, her tone somewhat teasing. “I surely hope I didn’t disappoint for your first time.”
Taco smirks, not out of character for her by any means. Microphone returns the sentiment, giving a devious grin before responding playfully. “Hmmm, I don’t know! You could have done much better.” The pair laugh, before Taco shifts to lay beside Microphone.
The dark haired girl locks hands with Taco once again. “Let’s stay like this.” Mic whispered, her voice honeyed.
Taco sighed, shifting to look into her partners eyes tenderly.
“Let’s.”