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Draco's First Holiday

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Holiday (2006) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson Additional Tags: Bisexual Harry Potter, Fluff, Smut, Professor Harry Potter, Hogsmeade, Constellations, Cute Kids, The Knight Bus (Harry Potter), Draco Malfoy neglected kid

Summary:

Draco catches Blaise cheating, breaks up with him and decides to leave his French Villa behind to swap houses with a woman named Hermione and her husband Ron. His relaxing vacation becomes far more interesting when a handsome stranger (Harry) knocks at his door in the middle of the night. They meet and get to know each other, and suddenly Draco feels much better about his decision to leave France behind for Britain.

This is based off of the movie "The Holiday" my favorite romcom EVER!

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Excerpt:

“So you aren’t quite yourself? May I ask why?”

“Well, I uh…I just sort of broke up with my live-in boyfriend of a few years. Yesterday.” Draco admitted returning to Harry.

“Ah…” came a noise of understanding.

“And well I guess what I was thinking was that I didn’t want to be alone over the holidays and so I thought that if I was somewhere different I would feel better. Because then maybe I wouldn’t realize that I was alone. But then I got here, and I have never felt more alone in my entire life. Big surprise.” Draco said with a slightly self deprecating laugh. “Bet you’re glad you knocked on this door,” Draco said as he handed the blankets to Harry, stopping near enough that their breath could mingle.

“I am, actually.” Harry agreed wholeheartedly, and seemed as sober as he had been that entire night. So Draco felt like he could believe what the man had said. Draco swore he saw Harry looking at his lips, and he licked them nervously, unable to stop his gaze from looking at Harry’s in return.

“Yeah…well…” Draco chuckled uncertainly, “Sorry. And good night.”

“Sweet dreams,” Harry whispered, leaning closer to Draco, and their lips met in a kiss. It was a nice, gentle kiss that caught Draco very much by surprise. Harry seemed surprised himself as his eyes opened and he pulled away, confusion written on his face. Harry sighed loudly as Draco stood there looking stunned and curious, but not angry. Draco closed his eyes as he let the sensation sink in, then he smiled nervously at Harry as he spoke to the man.

“Um…do you think you could…” Draco said with a small chuckle. “Would you mind…kissing me again?”

Harry didn’t say anything, just looked at Draco curiously before obliging. Draco kept his eyes open but found it interesting that Harry’s eyes closed yet again. This kiss was gentle and very enjoyable, especially since Draco was prepared for it, but it still felt weird to enjoy the kiss of a stranger this much. As they pulled away, Draco nearly fell into Harry, not wanting any more space between them, but he moved further away, thinking.

“That bad?” Harry asked, slightly worried.

Draco didn’t say anything for a minute, he just looked confused and sighed loudly. “Just odd.” Draco admitted as he sat down on the couch.

Harry sat down next to him, staring at Draco intently.

“Kissing a complete and total stranger,” Draco murmured thoughtfully.

Harry made a face of disbelief before replying, “Seriously? I do it often; like I did it last night. And just now.”

Draco closed his eyes again and sighed. “Hmmm…Let me try it, I am intrigued.” Draco said, turning to face Harry. Harry stayed still and let Draco kiss him, letting Draco deepen the kiss as he saw fit. This kiss was still gentle but more exploratory and it lasted longer. Draco pulled away after a bit, still very thoughtful. “Maybe…umm what if I close my eyes?” Draco suggested.

Harry nodded, ready to try again, clearly enjoying this experiment process. As Draco closed his eyes, Harry started to move towards the other man’s face, taking Draco by surprise as the other man’s hands gently caressed his cheeks. Draco kept his eyes closed, feeling safe enough with Harry to let him take the lead if he wanted. As Draco felt Harry pull him closer, he felt another sensation as well, Harry’s lips softly pressing against his eyelids. Draco bit back a moan at the unique sensation but he couldn’t stop himself from gasping at the contact and his mouth reached for Harry’s as the man trailed kisses down his cheeks. Their lips met in a few gentle kisses at first but Draco quickly bent to give Harry the ability to deepen their kiss. Harry took the movement as permission and deepened their kiss, holding onto Draco’s face gently as he did so. Draco pulled away slowly, still thinking about this scenario.

“So, considering that I am in the midst of an emotional crisis, and here in a place that I have rarely been, living in a strange couples house. I am thinking, maybe I should do something out of the ordinary, something even more spontaneous than this trip. And well you are incredibly handsome and ridiculously attractive, plus you are rather drunk so you won’t remember if it’s bad or not…I think…we should have sex.” Draco offered and backtracked a little as Harry’s eyes widened in shock. “If you are up for it that is.”

Harry stared at Draco, eyes wider than they had been at Draco’s words. “Do you really have to ask that question? I feel like my answer is obvious…” Harry chuckled.

Draco pushed his hair out of his face nervously before replying, “Well I don’t know, you could just be another incredibly friendly straight guy.” Draco said it as a question while he pressed his forehead to Harry’s, tugging gently on the man’s tie as he spoke.

“Nope, I’m bi. And intensely interested in you,” Harry replied in a husky voice as he moved his face so that their lips were almost touching.

“Good to know. So shall we then? I mean I am on vacation after all. Wouldn’t be a real vacation from my life without doing something very out of character.” Draco said in a husky voice.

“I was with you…up until the whole I have to disappear forever thing. Now I just feel used.” Harry chuckled.

“Well I mean I guess we can see how the night goes then, yeah?” Draco said as he pulled Harry by his tie back within kissing distance. Draco almost pushed Harry backwards onto the couch with the ferocity of his kisses, Draco wanted to feel every inch of this man, explore every inch…something about Harry just called to him. They were just about to get into a rhythm when Draco pulled away, his anxieties getting the better of him.

“Speaking of the night, I feel like I should tell you that…well I am not good at this.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked confused, staring longingly at Draco’s lips.

“Um…well…sex, I am not good at it,” Draco admitted feeling himself blush.

Harry shook his head at that, no longer listening to Draco. “I absolutely refuse to believe that.”

Draco sighed and kept talking. “Well believe it or not, but my ex told me this a few times during our relationship. And it’s not something that one forgets easily… But, um anyway.” Draco sighed, happy to have all of that out, and the fact that Harry was still looking at him as if he was interesting, made his heart speed up. Draco went in to kiss Harry again and the man responded eagerly. They kissed for almost a full minute before Draco pulled away again.

“Maybe you are right. Sex isn’t exactly science, how bad could I be?” Draco asked as Harry nodded his head in agreement at the last words. “Have I talked you out of this?” Draco asked.

“Oddly enough, no.” Harry shook his head. “Though I am curious as to your thoughts on foreplay?”

“I have always found it to be overrated. Significantly so.” Draco was staring at Harry’s lips again.

“And with that, you are definitely the most interesting man I have ever met,” Harry admitted with a slight giggle.

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Falling in Love with You

Pairing: Choi Lia x Reader (ft. Rosé Park) Inspired by The Holiday (2006) Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 4497 Warnings: strong language; suggestive content

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“You can’t just break up with me!” He shouted at her as she stormed to the bedroom, following closely on her tail.

Lia wrenched her closet open, immediately tossing his clothes at him. “I can, and I did!” As he didn’t react to the soft shirts being thrown, she swapped tactics and grabbed his shoes, beginning to hurl his loafers at him. “You cheated on me. That means I break up with you!”

“I didn’t ‘cheat’ on you,” Ellis scoffed, several items fluttering to the ground as he made one-handed air quotes around “cheat”.

Lia paused, becoming deadly still, her face carefully blank. “Swear on my life. No, swear on our careers that you didn’t sleep with her, and I’ll believe you.”

“I’m not doin’ that. That’s so stupi–” He broke off as a sneaker whizzed past his face, “Hey!”

“You’re such a lying, cheating, scumbag!”

“At least I make time for sex!” Ellis finally snapped, admitting that he had fucked his assistant. “You wouldn’t touch, let alone kiss me, unless it was for a goddamn photo. You wouldn’t come out with me to parties, only publicity events. God, you weren’t even home to pretend like this was anything more than a business deal. All you do is work! No wonder people call you an ‘icy bitch’!”

“Get. Out.” Lia whispered, scowl dropping and face becoming blank once more.

Ellis rolled his eyes, gathering up his strewn belongings. “I live here. You can’t just–”

He cut off as Lia piercingly screamed, grabbing the baseball bat she kept beneath her bed in case of an intruder. “Get out! Get out! Get the fuck out!”

His eyes went wide, and he dropped his stuff on the ground, rapidly backing up. “Fuck, okay! Jesus… I’ll– I’ll just send someone for my stuff.” He stuttered, backing out of the room.

“That’s if I don’t burn it all first!” She shouted at him, following to make sure he went through the front door.

Just before the front door closed behind him, he threw back to her, “Your publicist is gonna have a field day with your mental ass.”

Upon hearing the front door finally slam shut, Lia slumped to the floor. She wanted to sob, wanted to be sad, but she couldn’t find it in her.

It’s not like she really loved Ellis or anything. He was more of a PR stunt than anything, but he was still supposed to be her boyfriend. They had a contract, for god’s sake!

With her reputation for being cold-hearted and his for being a player, their publicists thought fake-dating was the solution to their problems. Guess they didn’t account for the fact that Ellis really is a player and would cheat on her.

Now, Lia would have to deal with the backlash from both PR teams for breaking up with Ellis by herself, because god knows he wouldn’t take any responsibility…

She sighed, forlorn, and pulled out her phone. “Honestly, fuck this…”

She needed an escape. She needed time away from the limelight and the pressure of vocal training and fittings and interviews and, and, and…

She needed a proper holiday.

Lia pulled herself together, finding her phone among the mess in her room, and quickly dialed her assistant. “I need to get out of town,” she started as a way of introduction. When she heard her assistant hum in confusion, she continued, “I need some peace and quiet. I need… to be able to eat carbs without someone complaining I might’ve gained one single pound. I need to be able to go shopping or stroll in a park without getting mobbed. I need to just have some alone time. I need a vacation.”

“Do you have a place in mind?” Lia’s assistant sighed through the phone. She was very familiar with Lia’s determination once she had made up her mind on something; there was no use in arguing. It would just be easier to go ahead and schedule the trip.

“I’m not sure. Send me some options this evening. I want something quaint. Small but not rundown. A fairytale Christmas.”

Her assistant hummed again, already scrolling through a couple viable options. “How does ‘Christmas in the country’ sound?”

“Send it through.”

🎄

Snow fluttered around the car, and yet, Lia couldn’t find herself to be mesmerized as the driver from her private car drove off, leaving her to walk the rest of the way in the freezing, icy cold with all of her luggage.

By the time she finally made it to the cottage, teeth chattering and lips a little blue, she was exhausted. Lia managed to unpack her bags before collapsing onto the small bed. Unfortunately, even if she was physically exhausted, her mind was racing.

She stared up at the ceiling and blew out a heavy exhale. “I must be crazy…” With a look around the tiny cottage, Lia settled to give it one night. She would try relaxing and if she still felt crazy in the morning, she’d be on the first available flight home.

🎄

“Hey!” Someone shouted, banging on the front door and startling Lia awake in the middle of the night. “Hurry up and let me in! I’m freezing out here!”

Lia crept down the stairs, Rosé’s dog Hank already at the door yipping, and called out, “Um… Who is it?”

“It’s me, Rosie! I swear to God, if you don’t let me in I’ll–”

As Lia yanked the door open, a woman stumbled in cutting off her words. Her eyes blinked at Lia before she tilted her head like a confused puppy. “You are not my cousin?”

“Um, no. I’m not… Did Rosé not tell you?” The obviously drunken woman shook her head rapidly, and Lia sighed. “We exchanged houses for the holidays. She went to L.A., and I am… here. Well, at least until morning. I’m thinking I actually lost my mind a little bit, and maybe I should’ve just went to therapy or at the very least talked to my publicist or, God, even my assistant before just deciding to hop on a plane and come to a country I had never been to. And, oh, I’m so sorry! I’m rambling, and you’re still freezing…”

Rosé’s cousin smiled softly, sidestepping Lia to come in by the fireplace while Lia laughed at herself lightly. “It’s okay. I think it’s cute.” She added quietly, adding another log to the small embers. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you… I’m Lia.”

Y/N turned to smile up at her, and before turning back away, Lia swore she heard her mumble, “pretty,” but neither decided to comment on it. After a few moments of silence as the fire began crackling back to life, Y/N looked back over, “So I’m sorry for crashing your… hm, mental breakdown? I was out drinking with friends, and normally, Rosie lets me crash here, but I can head home in a bit. Just really need to warm up some…”

“It’s really no problem… You can, if you need to… spend the night, I mean. It’s really late to be calling a cab, and you can’t drive in this state anyway, so…”

Y/N smiled again, sweeter than before. “I really appreciate it, Lia…” Another breath of silence, both women curling onto either end of the sofa and watching the flames dance. “So… If it’s not too personal, what made you think coming here was a crazy idea?”

“I actually just went through a break up. Well, kind of… If I’m being really honest, I didn’t love him, or even really like him, that much. We were together mostly for PR reasons.” Lia shook her head, “I’m sorry. Once again, I’m rambling and definitely trauma-dumping on you.”

“No, it’s okay. Clearly you need to get it off your chest,” Y/N turned her body towards Lia, “And I’m definitely willing to lend an ear.”

Lia muttered a small, “thank you,” with a shy smile before sighing. “I guess, really, I didn’t want to feel alone on the holidays again. Last year, I spent my whole Christmas reading nasty articles and speculation about how I was definitely not going to be kissing anyone on New Year’s because I’m such a ‘frigid bitch,’ and the worst part is they ended up being right! I thought that Ellis and I would be spending at least this year together, but then he went and cheated. I know it was an orchestrated relationship to make us both look better to the media, but he still violated my trust and our contract. And so I just needed to get away. I don’t know why I thought coming somewhere where I’m totally alone would make me feel somehow less alone, but here I am, and hence why I think I’ll probably just leave tomorrow…” Lia took a deep breath, “Bet you’re so glad you knocked on that door tonight, huh?”

Y/N smiled, soft and eyes lidded, “I am, actually.”

“Um…” Lia blushed, briefly turning away. She rose to stand, Y/N standing as well, and Lia awkwardly waved, “Again, sorry for dumping that all on you… Good night.”

Before she could fully pass her, Y/N leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Lia’s cheek, close to the corner of her mouth. “Sweet dreams.”

They both froze and Y/N opened her mouth to apologize, Lia shook her head and held up a hand. “No, don’t… Just… Do you– Can you try that… again?”

Y/N leaned forward, hesitantly, and oh-so-gently placed a light kiss on Lia’s waiting lips.

Lia hummed, her eyes fluttering. “I’m sorry… One more time? I’m just… I’ve never kissed… another…” she trailed off as Y/N brushed her fingertips over Lia’s cheekbone.

She smiled and nodded, twirling a piece of Lia’s hair before tucking it behind her ear. As Lia’s eyes fluttered closed, Y/N leaned again. One hand brushed feather-light touches down her neck and over her shoulder, brushing her arm; the other hand reached up to cup Lia’s cheek. Y/N’s warm breath danced with a pleased exhale before her lips met Lia’s waiting ones.

Too soon, Y/N had pulled away, and Lia was chasing her lips.

Lia sighed, “You know… We probably won’t see each other again since I’m leaving tomorrow.” Y/N hummed. “So… would you maybe wanna…?”

“Wanna?” Y/N smirked, eyes hooded.

“Have sex?”

Y/N’s eyes glimmered with mischief, “First kiss with a woman, and you already want to get me into bed?”

“Oh my god!” Lia blushed deeply, putting her hands to her cheeks, “That was so presumptuous of me. I’m so sorry! I knew I had lost my mind–”

“Hey,” Y/N giggled softly, taking Lia’s hands in hers and leaning forward to press a kiss on each reddened cheek. “It’s okay. I was trying to tease you. If that’s what you want, I’m not saying no… I mean, Jesus, look at you… But, maybe let’s start a little slower and see how things progress, yeah?”

“I’d like that…” Lia blushed again, glancing down to her hands clasped in the other woman’s. “I’m still sorry. I’m not really good at any of this…”

Y/N cocked her head with a playful smile, thumb caressing Lia’s hands reassuringly, “This being?”

“Um… sex…”

“Well, I just don’t believe that for one second.”

Lia shrugged, “It was one of the things my ex threw in my face when we were together. Not that we had that much of it since I was always so busy, but he definitely made a point to tell me when it was bad.”

“Hmm, I guess we’ll just have to see,” Y/N smirked, leaning in to press their lips together again.

The next morning, Lia made her way to the kitchen to find Y/N dressed and fixing hot tea. Lia cleared her throat, “Good morning…”

Y/N smiled over at her, “Morning. Tea? Coffee?”

“Oh, tea is fine. Thank you…” Y/N placed a mug down at the table for Lia, and they both settled into a moment of silence. After she sipped her drink, Lia cleared her throat again, “So listen… Last night was a lot of fun, but I really meant it last night when I said that I’m leaving today so… I’m sorry, but it can’t be anything serious…”

“Lia,” Y/N smiled over her mug of tea, “You really overthink and apologize too much, you know? It’s really okay. I know that was new for you. I’m glad to have given you that experience, and, by the way, your ex is extremely mistaken about you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh definitely. I think that maybe you just had a bad… partner.” Y/N grinned, standing to wash her mug out as her phone began to ring. Lia glanced over seeing: ‘Sawyer’ flash across the screen but kept her mouth shut as Y/N continued, “Either way, I know you said you thought you’d be leaving early. But, if you change your mind, I’ll be going out to dinner and drinks with a group of friends at this pub tonight. You are very welcome to join if you do decide to stay in the country.”

Lia hummed, smiling into her own mug of tea, while Y/N readied to leave. “Thanks… I’ll– I’ll think about it.”

🎄

Y/N walked in, glancing around for her. Lia could see the question and subsequent disappointment in her eyes.

The woman’s discouraged eyes hid behind a smile quickly though as she settled into a booth with her friends, pouring herself a drink from the pitcher already at their table. The little group joked and laughed, the sound of Y/N’s giggles carrying over the crowded pub to where Lia admired from afar.

Lia sipped her own wine, head rested on hand, as Y/N finally spotted her. Y/N’s eyes lit up, smile widening. Lia wiggled her fingers in a small wave, and Y/N giggled again, nodding her head to motion Lia over.

“You stayed,” Y/N said breathily when Lia reached their table.

“I stayed.” She affirmed.

🎄

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” Y/N snickered, placing coffee in front of Lia as she plopped down at the kitchen table.

Lia groaned, blowing on the mug before taking a sip. “How are you so bubbly this morning? I feel like my head is going to split in half.” Y/N slid into the seat across from Lia, trying to subtly move a piece of clothing to one of the other chairs. Lia noticed and gasped, regardless, “Oh my god! Is that my bra!?”

Y/N hummed, mirth dancing in her eyes as she sipped her tea.

“I can’t believe we had sex again, and I can’t even remember it…” Lia groaned.

“We didn’t.” Y/N corrected, a soft smile.

“We didn’t?” Lia sighed in relief but then straightened up, “Well why not?”

Y/N laughed, “Call me old-fashioned, but one doesn’t have sex with women who are unconscious.”

“Unconscious. Oh my god…” Lia groaned again. “That’s so embarrassing! Why did you even stay the night?”

“You asked me to.”

Lia glanced up from where she had put her head down in shame, just catching the soft smile Y/N was giving her. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by Y/N’s phone ringing; the name: ‘Oakley’ flashing across the screen.

“I’m sorry… I have to take this.” Y/N moved outside, and Lia stood to wash the dishes.

As she did, she noticed how Y/N laughed and beamed at the conversation with whoever Oakley was. Lia tried to tamp down the flare of jealousy—she really did—but it bubbled up anyway. Flashes of her ex with his assistant flitted through her mind, spiking her anger, but she breathed through the rush of emotions. It’s not like her and Ellis were real; it’s not like her and Y/N were together. She had no reason to be jealous, angry… upset. She should just put on her mask. Ice queen.

Eyes closed, meditatively breathing, Lia doesn’t notice Y/N come back inside.

“Hey, we should go into town today. Maybe get some lunch and actually get to know one another…”

Lia’s eyes flew open. “Like a date… why?”

Y/N smiled at her, head tilted fondly, “Because I’m really running out of reasons why we shouldn’t.”

At lunch, Lia hesitated to start a conversation. She wasn’t sure what to ask; she wasn’t sure how to date.

“So… What do you do for work?” Lia managed to ask, finally.

“I’m an editor. Rosie and I both went into book publishing. She took the art route; I took the written word.” “You studied that in school then?”

Y/N hummed, “Double major—literature and creative writing. I minored in journalism to really make sure I had a good grasp of the field.”

“So you’ve always known what you wanted to do?”

She hesitated, eyebrows scrunching and a soft laugh coming out. “This is feeling a bit like an interview.”

Lia blushed, scoffing at herself as she realized the other woman was right. She was being too intense—barely giving Y/N a moment to breathe, let alone eat her lunch, in between questions. “I’m sorry. I’m interrogating you…” Lia conceded. “I just– To be honest, I haven’t been on a date in a really long time, let alone a first one. I told you my last relationship was fabricated by my PR manager and that was for a reason…”

“Well…” Y/N cleared her throat, holding her face as neutral as possible, “We’ve already had sex so let’s just relax a bit, yeah?” She bit down on her giggle at seeing Lia duck her face to hide her blush. “Are you blushing? Why?”

Lia cleared her throat, taking a sip of her water, “You just… make me nervous.”

“Well now, I’m blushing,” Y/N smiled at the other woman, “I like you, Lia. Let’s try this again.”

“Let’s.”

🎄

“Okay, you can do this…” Lia breathed, hyping herself up to knock on the door. As the door opened, Lia smiled at Y/N and rushed out, “So I was home, doing nothing and just… thinking of you. And I know I said ‘nothing serious,’ but I do like you, and I just thought that–” Dishes clinked in the background, “Oh… You’re not… alone, are you?”

Y/N grimaced, and Lia blushed deeply, embarrassed; but before either could speak again, a small voice chirped up, “Mommy? Who is it?” A little girl, the spitting image of Y/N, pushed past and stared up at Lia.

“Um, why don’t you come in… Oakley, baby, go wash your hands for dinner.”

As the little girl ran off, a teenage girl following behind, Lia turned back to Y/N. “So she’s your…”

“Daughter, yes.”

“And the other girl…?”

Y/N smiled, hanging up Lia’s coat, “That’s Sawyer. She’s Oakley’s babysitter. I often invite her for dinner when I’ve worked late. She’s basically another daughter if I’m being honest.”

“So are you… divorced? Or…?”

“Neither.” Y/N grimaced, setting a place at the table for Lia. “Oakley’s biological father bailed on us the second he found out. He was my college sweetheart, and yet, I haven’t heard or seen him since. At this point, I really don’t want to. It’s hard, but I have Sawyer and my parents and Rosie helps too when she can.”

Lia began to respond but was interrupted as Oakley and Sawyer returned, everyone settling at the table.

She expected the evening to be awkward, having intruded on the family, but it was nice. Lia was able to see a new side, a silly side, to the sexy, mysterious woman that had begun to capture her heart. A soft smile permanently etched onto her face at the way Y/N interacted with her daughter, and Lia watched them with—in Sawyer’s whispered, teasing words—heart eyes.

After Sawyer had left, with the leftovers wrapped up and a warm drink in hand, and Oakley had been put to bed, Lia and Y/N cuddled into the sofa with glasses of wine.

“I don’t want to be pushy, but… why didn’t you tell me about her?”

“You didn’t want ‘serious,’ and I didn’t want you to feel like I was pushing something onto you that you didn’t ask for.”

“But you didn’t even give me the choice.”

Y/N sighed, “You’re right, I’m sorry, but you have to understand this from my perspective. You are a beautiful, strong, independent woman. I think you’re amazing, but I also know I’m the first woman you’ve ever considered romantically… I’m a bit hesitant, especially when I have my daughter to think of. You told me you didn’t want to be serious, and I respect that. But this part of my life is about as serious as it can get.”

Lia pouted for a minute, head falling back on the couch. “You’re right too. This is so complicated…”

“If you don’t want it to be, that’s okay. We can just be friends for the rest of your time here.”

“I do like you, though, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled sadly, “I know… I like you too, Lia.”

🎄

Lia sat alone, flipping through the channels while she ate her fettuccine. She glanced over at her packed bags, waiting for her flight the next day. She pouted down at Hank, blissfully asleep on the couch next to her.

“What do you think, Hank? Should I call her or maybe just–” She was cut off by a knock on the door. Confused, Lia got up to answer the door, not even able to get a greeting out before warm lips are meeting hers.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N breathed out when their lips disconnected. Her forehead rested against Lia’s, and she rubbed their noses together against the biting cold. “I should’ve called and warned you I was coming over. I just… I know you’re leaving tomorrow, and I was thinking about you. And… I didn’t want to miss one last chance to see you.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m glad you’re here.” Lia smiled, tugging Y/N’s hands to pull her inside.

“What are you doing?” Y/N laughed breathily.

“Taking you to bed.”

After a couple hours of slow passion, they were both simultaneously exhausted and fully awake—not wanting to miss any remaining moments with one another. “So…” Y/N whispered into the night, out of breath, while Lia cuddled up to her. “What happens now?”

“Well, logically, I fly back to L.A. tomorrow. So, let’s just say that we try long distance?” Lia suggested, before continuing the theoretical, “It’d probably be fine for a while, but if we’re being honest, my schedule would be packed with the New Year, and you have your own full-time career. Plus, you have Oakley. So either one of us flying back and forth at a whim is a bit unrealistic. We could definitely keep up with calls, texts, even video chats, but how soon before we get tired of that? How soon before we get agitated and start arguing? Then one of us says something the other doesn’t mean. And we break up. And then we’re sad all over again, freshly broken hearted.”

Y/N scoffed a laugh in disbelief. “You are so pessimistic sometimes, you know?” She pulled the other closer into her, warmth radiating from every place their skin touched. “I have something to add to your little scenario that you may not have considered…”

Lia hummed, and Y/N hesitated before glancing over to meet her eye, “I’m in love with you…” She breathed out, watching as Lia’s own breath caught and eyes widened. “I really didn’t think I’d ever feel this way again. I know it’d be difficult. I know a lot of this is new for you; honestly, it’s a bit new for me too. I haven’t been in a real relationship since Oakley was born. And I get that’s a whole other layer of ‘serious.’ I’m a package deal: buy one, get one free… But I know what I want in life, and what I want is you. I love you, Lia.”

“Jesus, you can’t just drop that on a girl…” Lia smiled softly, a hint of awkwardness in her eyes that Y/N read easily

Y/N grinned back, “Don’t say it back. I don’t want you to unless you really mean it. I just wanted you to know how I feel about this situation. I wanted you to know that even with the crazy schedules and the long distance, I want this. I want to try with you.”

Lia’s eyes softened, reassured, and she leaned in to press her lips to Y/N’s, moving to straddle her once more.

🎄

Y/N closed the car trunk, and Lia turned to her with a smile, barely concealed tears rimming her eyes. “Okay, so this isn’t a big deal, right? We agreed we could try long distance. We’ll call, text. It’ll work out… Right?”

“Right,” Y/N agreed, soft smile in place, but Lia could see the subtle tenseness in her jaw, her eye twitching as she tried not to let any hurt show.

“Okay. Good.” Lia grinned up at Y/N, “Then, I’m just going to kiss you like I have a million times before. And we won’t say ‘goodbye,’ it’s just ‘see you later.’”

Y/N nodded and leaned over, placing a sweet kiss to Lia’s lips. “See you later.” She whispered, barely pulling away.

“See you later,” Lia affirmed.

Staring down at the ground, Lia shuffled into the car and instructed the driver to head out. She tried her hardest not to let the “not-goodbye” get to her, but it still felt so final. And she wasn’t ready to give up yet.

Her heart ached. It felt cold. She didn’t want to be icy. She didn’t want to lose Y/N.

“Stop the car!” Lia cried out as they reached the edge of town, “Please go back.”

“Did you leave something?”

“I definitely did.” Lia sobbed lightly, her heart feeling warmer and lighter as they reapproached the cottage.

She ran up the walk, bursting through the door to find Y/N curled into a ball on the sofa, bawling.

Tears streaming down her own face, Lia approached Y/N and perched onto the cushion beside her. “I was on my way out of town, and I had a thought. Why would I leave before New Year’s Eve? I mean, that doesn’t make sense if you think about it… I know you didn’t exactly ask me out, but you did tell me you’re in love with me so I wouldn’t want to be rude and miss our date…”

“I have Oakley on New Year’s Eve. Sawyer usually stops by as well.” Y/N sniffled. “Sounds perfect,” Lia beamed, pulling the other woman into her arms.

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