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Georgia’s alarm ricochets through the air, tiredness lodging in her chest like a nail in a coffin. She fumbles to grab her phone, jabbing at the screen till the offensive noise is stopped. With a sigh of relief, she flops back into the soft sanctuary of the bed, sleep already wrapping her up with warmth.
“Wake up, we need to kiss, I’m going to die!”
Frigid hands slip under Georgia’s hoodie and press against her skin, the cold vanishing any hope of sleep or peace. Georgia shrieks, struggling to wriggle away from the assault.
“Please pleas please please please—” Sapnap is chanting, agile fingers dancing across Georgia’s stomach and waist.
“Stop right fucking now I’m going to piss the bed!” Georgia hisses between pained laughter. Sapnap stops, giggling.
“Do it, then,” she says sensually, stroking a single finger over Georgia’s hipbone.
“Fuck off,” Georgia rolls her eyes, whacking Sapnap’s hand away and attempting to roll over so she can sink back into sleep. “I’m sleeping. Let me sleep. I need my beauty sleep.”
“You’re beautiful enough already. It’s been four weeks! We can kiss again! Please!”
Four weeks ago, Georgia got her tongue pierced with a simple silver ball. Part of the healing process was “no oral contact for at least four weeks”, although Georgia tried to coax Sapnap into breaking the rule a couple of weeks ago. Sapnap refused, saying that she didn’t want to have to look after Georgia if she got an infection.
Now it’s her turn to return the favour.
“I’m busy,” Georgia announces, snuggling back into bed and squeezing her eyes pointedly shut.
“Busy?”
“It takes a lot of effort to be this beautiful.”
“Wow, haha, you’re so funny and witty and clever and I love you so so much can we please kiss already?” Sapnap says, sounding more desperate with every word.
Georgia sneaks a peek out of one eye, drinking in Sapnap’s tiny pout.
“Trade offer,” Georgia giggles, properly opening her eyes.
“Please, Georgia—”
“Trade offer! You receive: one kiss. I receive: one kiss. Do you accept these terms?”
“You’re stupid.”
“Do you accept the terms!”
“I— yes, I accept the terms, you stupid fuck.”
“I fuck stupid,” Georgia grins.
“You’re deplorable,” Sapnap sighs. “You’re fucking despicable.”
Georgia lights up like a city skyline.
“La papaya? Para tu la banana?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Sapnap tries to speak over her, but Georgia is relentless.
“Como es tu mama? La bana—”
Sapnap totally cheats the system, by plunging down to capture Georgia in a kiss.
Georgia is open-mouthed, mid-sentence, chapped lips melting against the softness. Her breath is trapped in her throat, heart bubbling an eager beat in her aching chest.
The piercings are cold, the temperature making the smooth balls feel strangely sharp against Sapnap’s inquisitive tongue.
“Wow,” Sapnap murmurs. “That’s cool.”
“Yeah?” Georgia whispers, soft pants warm against Sapnap’s lips.
“Mhm,” Sapnap says. Their lips brush, and then she deepens the kiss, tongue slipping inside Georgia’s mouth. She flicks the tip of her tongue against the warm, spit-slick piercings.
Georgia lets out a soft hum, and Sapnap pulls back slightly, giggling.
“I love you,” she says, fingers twisting the fabric of Georgia’s hoodie. “So much!”
“I love you too,” Georgia says, glowing rosy pink.
Sapnap laughs, delighted, and leans in to pepper her face with kisses.