[ First, she's grinning because Red likes her cupcakes; when she cooks or bakes, she really does put love into it. Even when she mass produces.
If forced to tell the truth, Clara would admit that back when the two of them were rowing to the abandoned home, the thought (the want) crossed her mind. But everything she just said, about being afraid, the risks, it all stopped her. She'd never been this afraid when she kissed Cassian, but right now, in this moment, she's terrified. She cares as deeply for Red as she can feel for anyone, no more walls, nothing kept hidden away. Drunk or not, her heart makes the decision for her like it always does and always will, no matter what she tries to say to the contrary.
She keeps the kiss tame too, and it's enough to make some of the tension of her night in the woods finally recede. Still, she does what she's wanted since she first time saw Red's big, wonderful hair. One hand reaches out, and she carefully pushes her hand into it, letting it get lost in a sea of red. She knows how to navigate wild curls, Sabine's hair was insanity, and so Clara's careful. Just for a second, she breaks the kiss to make sure it's still okay, then kisses Red again, just as gently.
Red is right; maybe Clara's heart will break again, but it's better than never letting herself have anything. ]
( Once Red sees Clara is receptive, she deepens the kiss against her mouth. Her hand lifts to cup the side of her face, and she tilts her head to the side to kiss her harder, further. She smiles against her mouth, warm and right and there. She doesn't want to kiss her too much while Clara's still drunk and might regret it when Clara's sober, but she feels so good and wonderful.
She breathes her in, leaning into her touch into her hair. When she pulls back, she smiles. It's more than okay. It's what she wanted to, and she's there to meet her again. Her own hand lifts to frame the side of her face as she kisses her that second time so gently. )
Hi. This is a very good something.
( And she covers her mouth with her own again pressing her back on to the couch. )
[ A bubble of laughter escapes against Red's mouth, even as Clara's pushed back. She was crying not even five minutes ago, but it doesn't have to be that way. If nothing else, this is a reminder that it's okay to feel deeply, to love hard while she can, because she isn't herself if she's not. ]
Hi. I agree. This is a very good something that I—
[ Clara's pulled back just enough to be able to look at Red before continuing. ]
Fuck it, I wanted to do this back on the boat. You make me laugh, you see me, and that last part, that scared the shit out of me, but I don't...I can't be afraid anymore, Red.
( Red pulls back, meets her gaze, and then smiles at what she says, lifting an eyebrow, seeming very pleased by this revelation. She brushes some of the hair from Clara's face, fingertips linger against her cheekbone. )
Since the boat, huh?
It's still probably gonna be scary as shit, y'know? ( Nothing is guaranteed but that's true everywhere. ) But you don't have to let that keep you from what you want, no. Shouldn't hide that heart of yours.
[ Clara's quiet, letting Red's words linger while pressing her cheek just a little into the soft touch. ]
I know what could happen, but I wanna be happy. And you make me happy, Red. Just seeing your face tonight made me happy in a way I haven't felt in a really long time.
[ Maybe one day Red will leave again, but then, maybe Clara will. But maybe for now, they can be brave together. ]
( That makes Red's smile warm due to the wonderful simplicity of it. She's not used to being that kind of person for someone else. She'd isolated for awhile, always on the run. )
Happiness it is then. ( They can both choose that. Hell knows Clara derves that - to be happy. ) Cupcakes and kisses then.
( Seems like a beautiful way to spend the evening along with making sure neither of them get so drunk they wind up with any type of hangover. )
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If forced to tell the truth, Clara would admit that back when the two of them were rowing to the abandoned home, the thought (the want) crossed her mind. But everything she just said, about being afraid, the risks, it all stopped her. She'd never been this afraid when she kissed Cassian, but right now, in this moment, she's terrified. She cares as deeply for Red as she can feel for anyone, no more walls, nothing kept hidden away. Drunk or not, her heart makes the decision for her like it always does and always will, no matter what she tries to say to the contrary.
She keeps the kiss tame too, and it's enough to make some of the tension of her night in the woods finally recede. Still, she does what she's wanted since she first time saw Red's big, wonderful hair. One hand reaches out, and she carefully pushes her hand into it, letting it get lost in a sea of red. She knows how to navigate wild curls, Sabine's hair was insanity, and so Clara's careful. Just for a second, she breaks the kiss to make sure it's still okay, then kisses Red again, just as gently.
Red is right; maybe Clara's heart will break again, but it's better than never letting herself have anything. ]
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She breathes her in, leaning into her touch into her hair. When she pulls back, she smiles. It's more than okay. It's what she wanted to, and she's there to meet her again. Her own hand lifts to frame the side of her face as she kisses her that second time so gently. )
Hi. This is a very good something.
( And she covers her mouth with her own again pressing her back on to the couch. )
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Hi. I agree. This is a very good something that I—
[ Clara's pulled back just enough to be able to look at Red before continuing. ]
Fuck it, I wanted to do this back on the boat. You make me laugh, you see me, and that last part, that scared the shit out of me, but I don't...I can't be afraid anymore, Red.
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Since the boat, huh?
It's still probably gonna be scary as shit, y'know? ( Nothing is guaranteed but that's true everywhere. ) But you don't have to let that keep you from what you want, no. Shouldn't hide that heart of yours.
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I know what could happen, but I wanna be happy. And you make me happy, Red. Just seeing your face tonight made me happy in a way I haven't felt in a really long time.
[ Maybe one day Red will leave again, but then, maybe Clara will. But maybe for now, they can be brave together. ]
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Happiness it is then. ( They can both choose that. Hell knows Clara derves that - to be happy. ) Cupcakes and kisses then.
( Seems like a beautiful way to spend the evening along with making sure neither of them get so drunk they wind up with any type of hangover. )