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philistiniphagottini · 10 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could possibly write a Sephiroth x Reader one shot? Where they share a steamy kiss in the rain.

Hello! Thanks for dropping by and leaving a request. It was a lot of fun to write. Hope you enjoy~

The cool rain kissing your heated skin after a hot summer’s day was a welcome blessing. The skies were grey as rain drizzled from the heaven’s, showering the lands with a much-needed reprieve. While others sought shelter from the rain, you welcomed it with open arms. You couldn’t contain the excited smile that lit up your face as you ran out into the middle of the deserted street, feet kicking up tiny flecks of water. You stood out in the open for a long moment, stretching your arms to the skies with a contented sigh as you let the water drench your hair and soak your clothes. You wiped the tiny droplets of water clinging to your lashes, your bright and beaming smile still stretching your features as you spun around.

"Sephiroth, come join me!"

You spotted your partner a short distance from you, taking refuge from the rain under the awning of an old building. You had abandoned his side the moment you had caught the scent of rain in the air and let yourself get drenched like a giddy child. Sephiroth stared at the sight with a bemused smile adorning his lips. He raised an eyebrow when you yelled in his direction, arms folded over his chest as he refused to move. He didn’t offer a response, just simply continued to stare as water cascaded down around you. With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you trotted your way back over to him splashing through small puddles and giggling when you felt the water licking at your ankles. You were sheltered from the rain for only a scant few seconds as you grabbed one of Sephiroth’s arms and started to pull him forward.

"Come on, it’s just a bit of water. I promise you; it’ll feel great" you encouraged.

Sephiroth cocked his head to the side, faint smile still present on his lips as he contemplated. He didn’t resist much longer as you continued to tug on his arm, the tall man stepping out into the rain with you. You were correct, the rain did feel pleasant against his face as he looked towards the skies. A gentle breeze played with the tips of his long hair, strands of silver brushing against his warm skin. Drops of water rolled off his leather jacket, covering it with a thin sheen as he basked in the rain with you. His eyes travelled back down to you, warmth sparking in their depths as he noted the contented expression on your face. You were certainly strange for running into the rain instead of seeking shelter from it. He shook his head. But it was little differences like these that made him smitten with you. You caught his staring and flashed him a playful smile.

"See, told you it would feel good" you chimed.

Sephiroth didn’t respond to that. Instead, he swept his hand under your chin, fingers gently grasping your chin as he tilted your head. Whatever you were going to say got caught in your throat the moment his lips sealed over yours and completely emptied your head of every single thought. Your eyes fluttered close from the soft touch of his lips, a contented noise bubbling up in your chest as the rain continued to pour around you. One of Sephiroth’s hands reached for the back of your head, fingers tangling in your damp hair as he pushed you further against him to deepen the passionate embrace. His scent was just as fresh and crisp as the smell of rain water and your weak knees almost buckled under the pressure. Your hands balled up into the front of his coat as you melted into the kiss, a moan tickling the back of your throat as you brushed your lips back against his with as much passion as you could muster. You could feel the tip of his tongue teasing over the seam of your lips and you could already taste him in your mouth.

You were left gasping for air when you parted, face flushed with an intense heat that refused to die down as tiny drops of water sizzled against your boiling skin. Your head felt fuzzy as your eyes slipped open and you were left staring up at Sephiroth in a daze. He smiled gently as he brushed a wet strand of hair out of your eyes and tucked it behind your ear, his breath hot against your lips as he spoke.

"Let’s get you inside and out of those clothes. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold."

#my writing #request #anon #final fantasy vii #sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #fluff #sfw #kissing in the rain #x reader

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gildedgatsby · 2 months

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guess who just caught up on all the kitr fan-canon and is now even more obsessed with lily and james

#this girl #shipwrecked comedy #kissing in the rain #kitr #shipwrecked edit #lily everett #james porter

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fyonahmacnally · 10 months

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Kiss Me in the Rain

It’s a quiet Friday evening. They’re quietly basking in each other’s company on the rooftop terrace of Kara’s apartment building. Since the blonde’s return, it’s become a common occurrence. Almost every time Lena asks what she wants to do, Kara’s response is ‘spend time with you doing simple things’. It’s something she has been insistent about in the months since she’s been home from the Phantom Zone, indulging in the small things.

Of course, Lena’s certainly not going to argue. Why would she? She’s been pining over her gorgeous best friend for years, always willing to give her time to the woman. Any time spent with Kara is time well spent, in her opinion. Besides, there is no one else she’d give her time to, no one else worthy.

Their current position has them leaning against the wall of the building, gazing out at the city with its twinkling lights and people mulling about. Inquisitive green eyes wander toward the distinct profile of her best friend standing next to her. She’s in awe of the way the dwindling rays of the sun seem to caress her tan skin and create a starburst of color in golden waves. All the while, her traitorous heart zealously flutters against her ribs, inelegantly clamoring to deposit itself into Kara’s strong hands.

The ravenette’s thoughts are broken as her eyes land on the concerned deep blue orbs staring back at her. Kara’s eyebrows crinkle and her eyes drop briefly to Lena’s chest before darting back up, a look in them that shoots sparks right down her spine. “Everything okay? Your heart just did some interesting acrobatics.” A lopsided smile joins the concerned crinkle on Kara’s handsome face.

Lena laughs. She’s been caught and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. Yet again her body tells on her. No matter how much stoicism she uses to mask it, she’ll never fool super hearing. Maybe she needs to find a spell for that, she idly considers. “Yes, I’m fine. Just…lost in my thoughts.” She smiles, feeling the blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “Sometimes my brain still needs to see that you’re real, that you’re truly here. Sorry for staring.”

A warm hand lands on the small of Lena’s back and another on her stomach. Kara turns her body until they’re facing each other. “I’m here and very real, Lena. Thanks to your beautiful brain.” She leans forward, places a soft kiss to the ravenette’s forehead, and pulls her close until they’re in a full body embrace. “I’m so grateful for you. You’ve saved me so many times and in so many ways. More than you know.”

Lena’s breath hitches and her eyes flutter. The position is nothing new, but she still isn’t used to being so tactile with someone, having someone in her space again. Not yet, anyway. Kara’s warmth is something she wasn’t sure she’d have again and she cherishes every moment, but it absolutely steals her breath each time it happens. Specifically now that she is sure of what she feels and what she almost lost. “Kara.” She whispers, desperately trying to swallow the lump settling in her throat. “I missed you so much.” She blinks back the tears stinging her eyes, refusing to let them fall.

“I missed you too, Lena.The Phantom Zone made me relive losing you a million times.” She leans back and smiles sadly down at the watery green eyes of the woman she now realizes she’s very deeply in love with. “I feel like we have a lot of lost time to make up for. That I have so many things to atone for, if you’ll let me. I’ve been home for months and I know we spend most of our free time together, but it just…it never feels like enough.” She chuckles and rolls her eyes at herself as her cheeks turn rosy.

“Aww, does Supergirl want to hang out with little ole me?” Lena winks, smirks, and quirks a well-manicured brow at the blonde, loving the effect she has on her. Clearing her throat of the welling emotion, she returns to seriousness. “I feel the same way, Kara. Making up for lost time, earning your forgiveness, and unquestionably wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. All of it. I will never tire of being with you.”

A shy smile stretches across full pink lips as azure eyes curiously scan pale features, seemingly looking for an answer to unasked questions. The blonde shakes her head, rogue thoughts pushed aside. “Same. I think I could spend every waking moment with you and still miss you in my sleep.” Kara shrugs and leans back into their still lingering hug. She turns her face into the warmth of Lena’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent that is simply Lena. Her lips softly graze the pulsing artery under soft skin as she speaks. “I’m so glad you’re here with me. I don’t think I would be adjusting so well without you.”

Again, Lena’s breath hitches. The heat of Kara's breath and feel of her supple lips against the skin of her neck sends electricity skittering across her body and down her spine. She tightens her arms around the blonde’s back and runs her hands across her shoulder blades, pulling their bodies impossibly closer. “I’m here for you, Kara. Whatever you need. And for the record, I am perfectly okay spending every waking moment with you.” She mutters under her breath, ‘sleeping moments too’, forgetting that the super can still hear her.

Kara laughs and pulls away from Lena just enough that they are face to face again. She tilts her head to the side and stares for a moment, watching as pale cheeks turn pink. “Did you forget about my super hearing again?” A knowing smirk sitting on her lips. “You want to spend your nights with me too, huh?” She laughs as ivory skin darkens into a rouge.

“I suppose I did forget.” Lena says as she looks anywhere but at the blonde. “You definitely weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Hmm, well I did. Does that mean you’ll sleep over tonight?” A hopeful, bright smile spreads across Kara’s face. “I was planning to ask anyway.”

A soft giggle rushes through Lena’s lips before she can stop it. “I suppose I can do that.” She pulls them both back toward the wall to look out at the now darkened sky. Desperate to change the subject, she points to the clouds across the city. “It looks like it might rain.”

“It does.” She smiles at the blatant subject change. “There’s something so alluring about the rain. A magnetic mystery. Something oddly romantic.” She nudges Lena’s shoulder next to her, ducking her head in slight embarrassment at her overshare. Slightly worried that the dark haired genius woman can see through her and spot the feelings that run wildly through her veins.

A soft, reflective smile appears on Lena’s face. “I used to have this daydream, or maybe a fantasy of sorts, when I was younger that involved rain.” She fidgets with her fingers where they rest on the edge of the wall in front of her. “I’m not completely sure why or where it came from, but it was the one that always stuck.”

Kara watches her closely, quietly encouraging the ebony haired genius to keep talking. When it becomes clear that Lena is lost to her own thoughts of whatever this fantasy might be, she reaches over to still her wringing hands. “Where’d you go? Did you drift off into this little fantasy of yours?” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, lacing their fingers together. “You can share, you know? All of your daydreams and fantasies are safe with me.”

Lena isn’t sure how Kara meant that statement, but her body took it to mean something decidedly not platonic. Once more, sparks skate across her skin and down her spine, landing squarely between her thighs. Shaking her head of the increasingly naughty thoughts, she glances over at the blonde. Her best friend is biting her bottom lip and staring at her lips at the same time.

She licks her lips and lifts a questioning brow when darkened blue eyes lock with her own. “I did get lost in my dream world for a minute. It’s been a while since I’ve allowed myself to think about things like that.” She smirks as Kara’s eyes drift down to her lips again. “Find something interesting, Kara?”

“Hmm? Oh. Sorry.” Kara says, feeling her blush spread across her cheeks and down her chest. “I was just thinking about what this fantasy involving rain could be. You’ve never really shared anything like that with me before and now I am very curious.”

A melodic laugh fills the air around them as it bursts from Lena’s lips. She squeezes the blonde’s hand still intertwined with her own. “I’ve never really shared them with anyone, I guess. Especially not this one. Growing up in the environment I did, I was never really allowed to express fantasies or daydreams of any kind. Especially not any that involved romanticizing.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Could you imagine Lillian or Lex having any type of romantic inclinations?! They were barely human on a good day.”

Kara chuckles. There’s a sparkle of mischief in those beguiling green eyes. She’s spent many nights thinking about what kind of teenager Lena might have been and moments like this make her think there’s still much to learn about the mystery that is Lena Luthor. “I bet you are full of lots of surprises, aren't you?” She grins as she sees the cheshire cat smile make its way onto plump lips. “Oh, that smile tells me I’m not wrong!” She laughs and lifts their hands to her lips to place a soft kiss to the back of a delicate pale hand

“There are so many things you don’t know about me, Miss Danvers.” She winks and leans over to whisper in the blonde’s ear. “I was quite rebellious in my own ways. Some that very few people know about.”

She shudders at the wet warmth of Lena’s breath against the shell of her ear. They are most definitely skating on the edges of their normal flirtatious banter and it’s scattering goosebumps all over her impenetrable skin. Now she absolutely wants to know more, but specifically wants to know what this little fantasy is about. “You know you have to tell me now. I’m always curious to know more about you, but this has greatly piqued my interest.”

“What do you want to know?” Lena gives her a smoldering look, lightly running her free hand up and down the skin of Kara’s forearm. She smiles at the goosebumps that follow her touch. “I am an open book for you, Darling.”

Kara practically chokes on air and disbelief at the look the ravenette gives her. There is a shift in the energy between them. She’s not sure what it is or what’s happening, but everywhere Lena’s fingers touch her skin feels like her body is on fire. “W-what’s the rain fantasy? And I definitely want to know about your rebellious ways.” She tilts her head to the side. “I bet you went out and got tattoos and piercings, didn’t you?”

With a devilish smirk, she leans toward the blonde and whispers, “Oh absolutely. I still have several piercings. They’re just not visible.” She chuckles as she watches Kara’s eyes bulge and hears an almost inaudible squeak escape. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll show them to you someday.”

A very inelegant whimper makes its way out of her throat and her imagination runs wild. She has some ideas about where Lena’s piercings are and it does quite a few assuredly non-platonic things to her body. “I think it would be a lot…of fun. To know. Those things. About you.” She clears her throat in an attempt to clear her thoughts. “Now, what about the rain fantasy? Are you going to tell me or keep avoiding it?”

Lena laughs. A full belly laugh. She caught Kara off guard, but she recovered pretty well. “Are you sure you want to know? We’ve never really talked about those types of things together and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She smiles at her best friend. “You can’t unknow this about me once it’s out there. Last chance.”

“I promise I want to know. There’s nothing you can say to me that will make me love you any less, Lena. It’s not possible.” She grins at the rosy cheeks she gets in return. “Plus, you’re only ever evasive like that if it’s something that means a lot to you. That will always make me want to know.”

She releases a deep breath and observes the way Kara’s eyes dance curiosity in the now overcast moonlight. The clouds have moved closer to where they are and darkened the sky around them. “I think it started when I watched The Notebook when I was 18. I kept hearing the girls in my dorm talking about how romantic the movie was and I had never seen it.” She glances at Kara. The blonde is listening intently so she continues.

“By the way, that movie is emotionally devastating. Anway, I watched it on my laptop tucked into my bed in my dorm. The scene where they confess their feelings and end up kissing in the rain resonated with me and sparked a fantasy of being kissed in the rain by the love of my life.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Unfortunately, life doesn't always work that way. So, over the years, the fantasy has evolved and built upon the first kiss in the rain.”

“What has it evolved into? It obviously started from kissing in the rain, but there seems to be a lot more to it based on the look in your eyes and how far your mind wandered off.” Kara grins and watches Lena’s mind slowly drift again. “Just like that! You just drifted off again.”

Lena shakes her head and forces her thoughts back to the conversation, away from the erotic fantasy that has begun to feature the woman next to her in recent years. “Sorry. Well, it varies, but it always involves kissing in the rain. Sometimes there are torn sheets in the rain as well.” She cuts her eyes to the side and watches as the blonde’s brain catches up with her words, chuckling when blue eyes go wide. “The simplest one starts with a picnic under the stars and ends with making love on the blanket. But, it’s always interrupted by the rain.”

She pauses and gathers her thoughts before finally adding. “I think my favorite is making love on the blanket. When the rain comes, we scramble to cover ourselves and end up tearing the sheets that are covering our naked skin. As the rain falls, our bare bodies are pressed together while we stand in the rain wrapped in the sheets. We share a passionate kiss as the rain pleasantly stings our skin. Then we profess our love for each other as we rest our foreheads together in the middle of a rainstorm.” She sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “Or something like that.”

Kara stands stock still and is eerily quiet beside her. She’s unsure what to say or do after the incredibly intimate and vulnerable confession. Swallowing hard, she chances a glance at the woman next to her and what she sees sends a shudder through her body and throb to her core. The blue of her eyes barely rim the wide, blown out pupils. Her cheeks are flush and her breathing is heavier than before. If she had to guess, she would say the blonde is turned on by the revelation. And well, she’s not sure what to do with that at the moment.

So, she clears her throat and tries for self-deprecation. “It’s a bit unrealistic, but something about it has always stayed with me.” She smiles shyly. “Have you ever fantasized about something like that?”

“Um, yeah. I guess so.” Kara swallows hard. She’s not sure she can speak coherently right now. Every word and the way Lena talked about it produced some very vivid images. The images are still dancing in her mind's eyes. Images of her and Lena acting out the fantasy. And well, let’s just say that her heart isn’t just beating in her chest anymore. “T-that was…I can understand why it stayed with you. I think it will likely stay with me too.” She chuckles.

Lena leans her head onto Kara’s shoulder. “Hmm, glad I have someone to share the burden now.” She laughs and squeezes the bicep of the arms that’s holding up her head. “There’s just something about kissing in the rain that seems like it would be so raw and real. I think it would be a very memorable first kiss.”

They stand in silence for a while. Both lost in their own thoughts, when the first drop of rain hits their skin. It takes another five minutes before the rain really starts coming down. Before they know it, they’re both laughing and leaning into each other, letting the rain wash over their skin.

“Well, I guess that means we need to call it a night, huh?” Kara says, pulling Lena away from the wall and toward the door to the stairwell. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”

Lena smiles. “Sharing with you makes it easier.” She pulls the blonde to a stop just before they get to the door, slowly running her hands up the now damp skin of Kara’s forearms. “What if I wanted it to be you?” She asks quietly as her arms loop around the blonde’s shoulders.

Still darkened blue eyes bounce between hopeful green. “W-what do you mean?” Kara asks, swallowing the hope that keeps trying to camp out in her throat. “Tell me, Lena.”

Delicate fingers mingle with the loose strands at the nape of Kara’s neck, pulling their foreheads together. Lena gently rubs their noses together, their breath mingling in the scant space between them. She breathes against the pink lips she’s imagined kissing for years. “My first kiss in the rain. The fantasy has been you for years. All of it has been.” A shaky breath escapes as their eyes lock and she presses forward. “Tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want you to.” Kara whispers. “Please. Kiss me in the rain.”

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#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #ao3 #cross posted on ao3 #supergirl #fanfic #kiss in the rain #kissing in the rain #kiss me in the rain #flirting #what are friends for #platonic? I don't know her

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yulinkuang · 3 months

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surprise bitch, i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me!!!

How to End a Love Story, my debut novel(!!!) comes out on 4/9/24, pls pre-order now if you're a fan of angst, meta concepts in romance narratives, and/or me. Official synopsis at the link above, but if you're my target demo (shoutout to the people who remember this), you probably don't need it. ✨

#yulin kuang #hteals #how to end a love story #kitr #kissing in the rain #shoutout to fandoms of the 2010s #and anyone else who remembers my deep lore

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haveyouseenthisromcom · 3 months

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#web series #polls #kissing in the rain #sean persaud #mary kate wiles #yulin kuang #ended #result: seen

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heatherfield · 1 year

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Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Kissing in the Rain, Episode 2 “Anne & Gilbert” [x]

#aoggedit #perioddramaedit #kissing in the rain #mary kate wiles #sean persaud #anne of green gables #anne and gilbert #shipwrecked comedy #happy birthday mkw!!#period drama #victorian #19th century #lucy maud montgomery #classic literature #rain #true love's kiss #kitredit #my edits #aogg is so special to me and i love this so much <3

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astra45801 · 4 months

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Satosugu

#illustration #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk gojo #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen fluff #my babies deserve better #satosugu #satosugu fluff #wholesome #kissing in the rain #aaaaaa

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webby2007 · 1 month

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#shipwrecked comedy #edit #mary kate wiles #sean persaud #kissing in the rain #Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

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wigster07 · 6 months

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Tanthamoretober Day 22/23 Prompts: Kissing in the Rain & Soft/Tenderness

A surprise extended epilogue for Tanthamoretober. Dedicated to @spybrarian

The Architect of Catastrophe - Chapter 25 - Silver85 - Willow (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

#the architect of catastrophe #evil kit #harbinger kit #tanthamore #tanthamoretober #prompts #kissing in the rain #soft and tender #Kit Tanthalos #Jade Claymore

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noacfapologyst · 19 days

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rainy coffee — matty healy

hi, i'm trying a different speech to write. i hope you like it and that and it actually works. i apologize for the misspelled things, english is not my first language.

additionally, this is dedicated to my beautiful friend @ughgoaway because i know she hasn't been having the best days here and this is to remind her how loved she is here <3 ily ace

worcounter: 1,6k of emotional fluff and some suggestive mention.

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Matty is waiting for her sitting on the wooden bench in the square, just like always.

The sky threatens to unleash a great storm as it is clad in large black and greyish clouds, but at the moment it does not seem to be a worrying factor.

The minutes go by and Matty starts eating the cuticles off his fingernails, nervous. He doesn't know if he's doing the right thing or if he's tempting fate too much like a line of fire.

He keeps thinking about whether he's in the right place at the right time. In his thoughts there appears a place you go when you need to calm down, and when him is simply convinced that it is right or wrong, he will have tried and that is what it is worth, he settle better in the bank.

There is a book in his bag, something that may have been marked by her in his life. The black leather shoes begin to feel tight on his feets, watch the black clock on his wrist nonstop. It's past five, she should be next to him. Something's wrong.

As he searches for some distraction on his phone, he hears the running of too many footsteps in the distance, at the exit of the institution a few meters from him. For him there is nothing more poetic about her life than to know that the very school where he has met her in many aspects of his life is next to the auditorium where she should be. He would like to be was a kid and sneak out and look for her.

But he doesn't need it, because he sees her coming out after a few more minutes. His clock is 5:15 p.m. and that's the exact moment when the first drops are released and he finds them sticking to the body of his jacket. She is not aware of his presence for long, until she discovers certain curls fused in a body wearing a white silk shirt, and she knows hopelessly that there is only one person who would appear like this at this hour.

"Matty!" She screams a little far away. Some people look up and then ignore it. A complacent smile is painted on her face when she see him, it's a smile of strangeness even though it wouldn't prove it like that. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi." He lowers his head a little more shy, he doesn't even know exactly what he's waiting for here. "Well, gossip spreads. Carly heard that there was a call in the auditorium when she came to ask about the kinder garden, and then we all knew that you would just be here." He's talking too much, he have to stop or he'll think he'll scare her into a completely straightforward way and throw the conversation overboard. "I'm making this about me, I'm sorry." A small smile emerges from his lips, ashamed.

"No, it's fine." She reassures him with a wave of hands and tightens the straps of her purse. "It was a surprise, but it's nice."

Those are the only words Matty needs to know that he's right and that he's not wrong to come. Then he realizes her look, there doesn't seem to be any happiness in her. "How It was?"

"Look at the weather. Maybe I'll answer it for you." She uses a muted, distant tone of voice that Matty doesn't like very much, but when he looks up at the sky and sees the lightnings exploding against each other, he understands and nods sadly. "Journalism is not my thing. I'll go back to selling coffee and I'll be fine." She speaks with determination. Matty's in denial with his head. "If the rain doesn't make me sick, obviously."

"Yes, we should go under roof." Debate a little in his mind, but being here him have nothing to lose. "Come on, at least you will eat something you like to satisfy your sorrow. I invite."

She rolls her head, trying to hide her smile but Matty notes it. "No need, Matty."

"You give it back to me another day, darling." The rain falls harder, which causes them to speed up the pace without being able to continue arguing. He brings his hand to her low waist, supporting her from behind to prevent her from falling. She doesn't stop him.

They reach the nearest café and when they enter that characteristic smell of coffee shops invades them. It's pretty hot, but they sit near the windows and the temperature gets warmer.

Matty no se molesta en pedir nada más que un café cortado. A él le interesa más que ella no se enfade porque no pasó la llamada del periódico local. Ella tiene talento, él lo sabe y nunca podría cuestionarlo. Tiene facilidad para hacer magia con sus pensamientos desde que levanta el bolígrafo.

"Hey, give yourself another try. Don't left the journalism." He breaks the silence and she turns from her previous position: watching the drops break into the glass. "Maybe the problem is that it's local. They don't know how to see it because they want the classic."

"What do you mean?" She stirs her coffee, not taking her eyes off his now. Their interest becomes something hard to take off.

"Listen. You are talented, I don't want you to ever doubt that. Just because some bitter old men tell you otherwise, they're not right." He doesn't lock any of his words into his tongue, he lets them escape, because his admiration for her is real, he's not falsifying her or making her believe a lie. "But, the city was always very little adaptable to changes. That's when you corrupt it, because you are more modern and fresher. It's not the profile they're looking for, true, but it doesn't mean you should stop trying."

Her eyes light up. In contrast, Matty is the person she most admires and respects in the world for all the years have given him. She doesn't think anyone else could have that ability to write that he has, to make everything seem so cruelly real. Then her skin turns red under his flattery, she really appreciates them and feels speechless about them.

"Oh, Matty. Thank you so much." She bites the inside of her cheek before continuing. "Maybe you're right."

After this, neither of them is able to look at the clock when they become engrossed in a varied conversation. It's nothing really serious, but it's friendly, they go through endless themes, from the color of the year to the musical novelties of the last month. The melomaniacal sense of both comes to light when they approach influences from bands of the 80s. Throughout this stretch, the rain stops, but about fifteen to twenty minutes later drops fall again, just as they decide to leave.

"I'll walk you home, sweetie." Matty hums when they come out to see the rain. "I would love to have the car here."

"Just drizzle, it's not that bad" She trivializes him because she'll never lost seconds away from him. "Thank you for this afternoon, I feel better."

"It was nothing, darling." The nickname makes her goosebumps. He's been so good to her all these hours. "I also had an amazing time today."

His hair is ruined by moisture and droplets, but it still looks so good. The fact that he has been so tender and understanding to her makes him look completely beautiful in any direction. He's always been cute, but the more she dug into their interests and discovered they were too similar, she might consider fantasizing about him. With his touch and his figure, but that broke a bit the moment of intoxicating warmth.

They walk a little more, speeding up the pace and resting between the streets when it felt too strong to continue, but they couldn't stop talking to each other, as if they were two teenagers.

"New York, why?" He asks without ceasing to feel an interest that eats away his ideas. She slows down when they're two blocks from her house.

"It is the most cliche place to feel in a movie." She shrubs her shoulders as if her answer were something logical. He analyzes it a bit and ends up saying she's right.

"Might. But, do you know what feels like being in a movie more than New York?" She plays with the key between her fingers, the key ring of a black rose does not stop swaying between her skin. They arrive at the door of her house, but neither of them wants to say goodbye and she wants to know the answer.

"Tell me."

"Kissing in the rain, dear." She is not fit to utter a word even if her plan is to nod, because all she can feel are the lips of the black hair on top of hers. And then his hands down her back to hold her as she arches through the motion.

It's chaste, it's short, but it's peaceful. It doesn't have any lust or ulterior motives. It's smooth, controlled and it's something you both enjoy having, the taste of each other.

"See you soon." When they part after several minutes of simply looking at each other and leaning both noses against each other, he plants a quick kiss again on her lips giving her a final smile and disappears just as the rain begins to clear.

She goes crazy with the metaphor that Matty could control the weather at his own mercer. She goes crazy about Matty, more than she ever was, and just repeats the moment in her head as many times as she can before she goes to sleep.

this is quite silly and i suppose quite cliche but a few days ago it was raining and i remembered how nice i find kisses on the rain.

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