Lesbian couple ahead. Don't like it? Don't read it.

I'm going to try do all three sets of them, so let's see how it goes.

C/O/C: Colour of Choice

Myself and Jasmin sat in front of the crackling open log fireplace, leaned against the sofa behind us. Jasmin was curled up in a mustard turtle neck sweater and faded jeans, her curly black hair reaching her shoulders, bouncing each time she moved her head. We had met some time ago in New York City, both of us working at Gemson Insurance Company; she worked in marketing, I worked at telecommunications, so the chance of us meeting was slim.... Until I literally ran into her on the first day, and ever since we just got along.

She rested her head on my shoulder, sighing softly. We had arrived in this remote log cabin an hour or so ago, missing the exit on the highway twice and getting lost several times after we got off the highway, almost ending our relationship each time we did so. But finally we reached the log cabin my parents owned outside of the city, only bringing in ourselves and a bag each--may I tell you now that we brought about 10 bags each.

I rest my head on hers and look out the window to the left, the stars were twinkling in the dark sky. I lift her head up slightly and peck her on the brow, kissing her soft skin. She looked at me with tired green eyes. I smile at her and put my head back on hers, stifling a yawn and closing my eyes quietly.

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I climbed up the last few creaky wooden steps up to the attic of the log cabin, the hazy light of the midday sun streaming through the scattered windows above. I make a right at the landing, dressed in a bright (C/O/C) vest and navy shorts, along with my black round glasses, which I rarely wore, facing and old wooden door. I walk forward, reaching for the rusted key in the lock, twisting it. I hear the click of the door being unlocked and open the door. There were several boxes along the edge of the loft, about a meter high all around, as I make my way in I hear the sound of a broken clock; ticking, but not tocking. In the middle was some sort of table, covered in a large velvet cloth. I reach for the cloth, a brow raised, thinking of what could be under the cloth. I pull it off the table, creating a whooshing sound as I move it aside. On the table was a pale blue typewriter, which I can vividly remember saving up for and buying when I was twelve. I smile brightly like a little child at the sight. I pressed down on a random key, sending it upward. I pick up the typewriter and head down the stairs.

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"Hey, Jazzy?" I call, descending the last few steps, landing in between the kitchen-dining area and the sitting room. The typewriter is still in my hands as I make my way towards the dining table. I hear a sarcastic gasp.

"Who are you?" Jasmin gasped, mocking her shock. I look at her and shake my head.

"Oh shut up, you've seen me with glasses before," I say putting the typewriter down on the table. She made her way over to me, putting her hands around my neck, her chipped red nail polish catching my eye. She leaned in pecking me on the lips.

"Nerd," she said, taking off my glasses and kissing me deeply.

I'm sorry this is so short, it was kind of a spur of a moment one shot so that's why it's so bad. I've been wanting to do a lesbian couple for awhile so, heh, it was nice to experiment this time. I guess when I see these type of prompts, I just have to do something. So this is kind of what I have to offer 😉