#because today i am being nice to yall

the soft pitter-patter of london’s rain was already so well-known by all of its residents and still, there was something special every time; a distant rumble of a thunder, a different flash of a lightning.

marlene stumbled over dorcas’ feet as they swung clumsily in the rain, which earned her a chuckle from her lover.

“you’re supposed to be a good dancer. or so, you bragged.” they nudged her gently, to which she scoffed.

“i didn’t say anything.”

“sure you didn’t.” dorcas smiled, resting their head on marlene’s shoulder, letting the rain drip down their hair.

marlene hummed contently, stroking their hair. “i want a kiss.” she pouted.

dorcas raised their head and, lacing their arms around marlene’s neck, they kissed her gently, their lips barely touching. she eagerly returned the kiss, her hands on their hips.

and with their clothes soaked and their hair damp, it was them, only them. and thay was enough.