Umm.. it's Pamela/Selena.. first kiss..
didn't learn till the day of that Selina n Ivy share a birthday, and by the time i had finished typing this up it was well, well past that and here we are now but fjdkas; better late than never?
There were at least a hundred places she would have rather been, at that precise moment.
The lab, for a start. She still had another theory she wanted to test before the month’s end, an extra experiment that could help pad out her thesis. Speaking of, she could be back at the apartment, staring at that same damn paper that refuses to write itself. Failing that, she could have spent the night doing some spot cleaning, or sorting her laundry, or alphabetizing-
“I take the thousand yard stare to mean your friends forced you into a night out as well?” a voice asked, a smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes.
Pam could feel her heart skip a beat, she averted her eyes back to the drink in front of her.
“Roommate. She told me I wasn’t allowed to spend my birthday in the lab.”
The woman beside her began to chuckle, a low and throaty sound that had Pam turning once more.
“No shit. It’s my birthday, too.”
The graduate student found herself chuckling alongside the woman as their eyes met, and she was once again taken aback by how piercing her gaze was.
She took the moment to raise her glass up.
“I suppose we could… toast to our parents for spawning us?”
“Hmm, might be giving them too much credit,” Pam argued, before suggesting, “To the friends who trick us into having a good time?”
“No, no that definitely wouldn’t do,” she tsked, thinking for a moment before amending, “To us. After all, us reluctant birthday girls have to stick together.”
She clinked her glass against Pam’s before throwing the rest of the drink back.
“Selina, by the way.”
“And your friends call you Pam?” Selina teased.
“I-” she stopped herself short, biting her lip instead.
She refused to shoot herself in the foot. Not again. Not after getting this far.
“Or maybe Pammy?” Selina supplied. Whether she noticed the slip, she didn’t let on, instead tilting her head to one side as if carefully considering the nickname. “Hmm, no, Pam suits you more.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment… I sup-”
“Have you gotten a birthday kiss yet, Pam?”
She felt her face go red at the question, and she began to stumble on her words. When Selina’s smile broke even wider, she began to wonder at the woman’s intentions.
Her stammering stopped when she felt Selina’s warm hand covering her own.
“Every girl should get at least a kiss for her birthday, wouldn’t you agree?”
She opened her mouth, but shut it just as quickly. She could feel all other thoughts slipping away, her attention only on this woman before her.
And she found herself nodding.
Selina’s wide smile began to melt as she leaned forward into Pam’s space, her eyes fluttering as she watched the graduate student’s face carefully.
“Would you share a birthday kiss with me?”
She leaned forward, closing her own eyes in answer as their lips met. It was a brief, soft brush. The barest taste of the fruit cocktail was still Selina’s lips, but it left Pam breathless even as she pulled away.
“Thanks, Pam,” she smiled gently, pulling away from the bar and slipping out into the crowd.
It wasn’t till much, much later in the night, that Pam would realize that Selina had slipped away with her wallet in tow.
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