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Nebula

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a/n; today i offer you: a hay fever-y sapphic on a picnic date in the park with her newly acquired girlfriend. tomorrow? who knows

(( also if you want to know more about these guys, i have a basic fact sheet up on my tumblr, which you can find here: [x] ))

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“Bloody hot, isn’t it?”

It was probably the fourth time total she’s said something to that same effect all day. But the sentiment stands and it cannot be understated - it’s May, in England, and the temperature is currently sitting somewhere near 27oC.

It’s unnatural, is what it is.

A hum of agreement sounds from where Cee’s head lays in Georgie’s lap, eyes closed, though her expression is somewhat pinched. There’s a tension there that is keeping her from looking fully at rest. And with her nose stained with a flush of pink, it’s clear as to why that might be.

“Look, we don’t have to go out, okay?” Georgie had tried to reason back at the house earlier  “Not if it’s going to make you miserable”.

Cee, watery-eyed and cradling a balled up tissue to her nose having just wrenched forward in a fit of three itchy-sounding stifles, shoots her a determined look.

“I promise you I’ll be more miserable if we stay cooped up in this house when the weather’s so gorgeous”.

Georgie hadn’t looked overly convinced, but Cee knows her too well. They’d only been dating ‘officially’ for a couple of months but she’s already getting to all of Georgie’s soft spots. Cee, glowing a little with assertive energy, despite her rather sorry state, reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind Georgie’s ear and pressed a kiss into the little exposed patch of skin between her shoulder and her neck.

“I have tablets. And it’s the first day off we’ve both had together in nearly two weeks” she reasons, though can tell there won’t be much of a fight “I’ll be okay”.

So that’s how they ended up seconded in a pretty, relatively secluded corner of one of the less busy parks in town, a half-eaten, slapdash attempt at a picnic arranged around them after a last minute Tesco run on the way in. It’s a pretty picture; the scene around them a bright array of blues and greens and yellows with the sun splitting the trees framing an utterly cloudless sky. It seeps into every pore of Georgie’s skin and gives her energy, revitalising, like there’s actual serotonin in the air, and-

hh’IGNSST’ch!”

Cee snaps forward up out of Georgie’s lap a fraction and swallows the desperate sneeze back into cupped hands. She stays bent upwards for a second, her wet expression wavering, teetering on the brink of what could be another sneeze. After a second she heaves out a sigh and a heavy sniffle, before laying back down and getting comfortable again in her previous position.

Serotonin in the air… and also shit tonnes of pollen, apparently.

Georgie clicks her tongue in sympathy and runs her fingers through the slightly sweat-damp wisps of Cee’s fringe, pulling it up and away from her forehead.

“Bless you…” she hums, reaching beside her to grab a couple of grapes from the punnet by her thigh, popping one into her mouth, the burst of sweet refreshment very welcome in the sticky, oppressive heat. “Tablets working well, then?”

Cee, now rather viciously scrubbing the tip of her nose back and forth against the side of her hand, looks up at her, one eye squinting shut with the sun. “Not gonna lie, given how bad this would usually be in this situation, I can’t even knock them because the edge has definitely been taken off”.

Georgie must look shocked, even behind her sunglasses, because Cee chokes out a laugh.

“Unbelievably, this could be a lot worse!”

“If you say so” she replies, exaggeratedly resigned, but with affection lacing her tone. She couldn’t help but smile, which was an increasingly common thing nowadays. Sometimes for no reason at all. Sometimes she just got caught up in a random moment, often to do with Cee, and little pockets of joy just bubble up in her tummy out of nowhere and fill her with a weird, abstract sense of happiness and contentment.

Also, in relation to this situation in particular, maybe it had something to do with the fact that her hayfever made Cee look so… vulnerable. Flappable. In a way that she’s never appeared to Georgie before, usually so elegant and controlled and deliberate. She glances down at her and properly looks at her once more, the sun catching her angular face in such a way that expressly highlights every aspect of her allergic misery - from the rheumy redness stinging the corner of her eyes and the dampness clinging to her eyelashes, to her rosy cheeks (probably partly from catching the sun as well as the exertion) and a twitchy, irritated-looking nose that looked very well tended to indeed. Poor thing looked to have been stuck in a semi-permanent state of “needing to sneeze” since they’d left the house.

Biting her lip, Georgie takes the other grape she’d been holding and presses it to Cee’s lips. She accepts it with an inquisitive gaze, and takes the tip of Georgie’s thumb a little into her mouth in the process for half a second.

That’s all it takes to command a flood of warmth (entirely unrelated to the weather) through Georgie’s body, and she can feel the blood rush into her cheeks. Reflexively, she casts a quick glance around them, before gently cupping Cee’s cheek and reaches down to capture her lips in a tender, indulgent kiss; tasting of grapes and iced tea and sunshine itself.

Cee responds immediately, bringing her hand up to curl her fingers in the dark hair at the nape of Georgie’s neck as their lips move in gentle synchronicity.

She doesn’t know whether it’s the gentle breeze that blows through at that very inopportune moment, or maybe a strand or two of Georgie’s hair falls in just the wrong way, but something sparks alive the ever-present, buzzing tickle in the back of her sinuses like a lit match to gunpowder. Her breath stutters, and she gasps out of the kiss and almost immediately wrenches to the side with an insistent-sounding double, once again stifled, this time into the back of her wrist.

They must dislodge something, or move something about, as they leave her significantly more drippy and sniffly than the others before had. Like the stifles just weren’t relieving her of the burn of the pollen, and were in fact, perhaps just making the situation worse. Really, both her nose and her eyes looked twitchy and ready on a hairpin trigger for overflowing. She was a picture of allergic misery, on top of looking rather annoyed at having been interrupted and it being her own fault.

But still so fucking cute.

Bless you!” Georgie says through a chuckle, moving to press a kiss to her forehead, before straightening up again. “You need to stop doing that as well, by the way; holding them in. You tell me off for that all the time”.

Cee just snuffles and brings the sleeves of her t-shirt up to wipe at the corner of her eye. “I prombise you, it’s for the best. Are we at a point comfortable enough for mbe to be able to say there’ll be snot everywhere otherwise, and you’ll still fancy me?”

Georgie pretends to ponder the proposition, before smiling cheekily “What ever happened to ‘you’ll give yourself an aneurysm’?”

“Y’know what they say; do as I say, not as I do”

Georgie scoffs, and is about to clap back when she sees Cee’s face start to slacken once more in that tell-tale way. It’s like she can see the itch work its way up into a crescendo, as her eyes grow heavy-lidded and her speedily reddening nose twitches and flares with achingly desperate motion. Suddenly, Georgie’s conscious of where her hand had subconsciously come to rest on Cee’s chest, feeling it rise and fall under it with short staccato breaths.

She stays caught in that pre-sneeze limbo though, tears now leaking in tracks down from the corners of her eyes as she fights with the itch, and seems to be getting nowhere fast.

Georgie, feeling empathetic and wanting to put the poor thing out of her misery, plucked a blade of grass with her free hand and brought it to Cee’s nose. She didn’t even have time to look confused or question the move, as the featherlight touch of it brushing down her septum and against the rim of one of her nostrils was enough to shover her over the edge, eyes slamming shut, a-and…

If you ask Georgie why she does what she does next, she really couldn’t be overly sure. Honestly. All she knows is that she sees Cee’s hand rise, presumably to squish an unhelpful, inconsequential stifle into, and before that can happen Georgie grabs it and holds it away. Caught by surprise, Cee wrenches forward into a tumble of sneezes, free, full and unstifled, one after the other as they almost all over each other in an attempt to escape.

huH’AESSSHE’oo! Ehh’TSSshew! Aah’tssssh’uh!

In the light of the sun, visible clouds of mist accompany each and leave Cee scores more sniffly and watery than before, but noticeably more relieved as the itchy expression etched into her features actually melts away.

She throws a hand up to cover the lower half of her race, her nose now running freely onto her top lip and damn her and Georgie may be moving rather steadily but God knows she did not need to see her quite that truly yet. A million questions rush to Cee’s mind all at once, most along the lines of, ‘what the hell was that for?’, but in the pause for breath, a tentative voice from above her pipes up, as a tissue is pressed into her free hand.

“Better now?”

The question gives Cee pause. The indignance crumbles away. Now that she thinks about it…

“Yeah. Mbuch”.

Edited by Nebula
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