Fate: your own story ( winx)

“Suitemates?” Eve pieced together. “How interesting…” Her eyes took in the angelic sight of the girl letting her hair down. Very attractive. “Never caught your name,” she suggested, looking forward again.

Anya. She nodded slightly, committing the name to her memory, which was a simple task for a mind fairy, before she replied: “Eve.”

“Thank you,” Eve replied, glancing over and winking before Anya looked away. “I came up with it all by myself.” She smirked subtly as she read the girl’s thought. Stay out of her mind, she told herself, and Eve looked away as well.

Eve arched her eyebrows at the comment. “Ah, so you’re a winter loving woman? Why does that not surprise me?”

Eve tilted her head back and grinned. Oh there was just something about this girl she couldn’t quite resist. “Oh, nothing,” she purred nonchalantly. “Nothing at all.”

Eve’s gaze softened, and she resisted the strong urge to push the hair out of Anya’s face. “You’re very welcome, darling. I look forward to getting to know you… better.” Her eyes glanced ahead to avoid doing a once-over of Anya again. She was falling hard for this girl, but she wasn’t sure how or if she would reciprocate. As a mind fairy, she could use her powers, but it was below her to use her abilities for… personal reasons. Or maybe it wasn’t.

Eve was quick to notice the blush, and against her better judgement, she extended her abilities to Anya. She was immediately overwhelmed by reciprocating feelings, maybe even stronger than her own. “Darling, why don’t we… head back to the suite?” she suggested casually. “I have a break between training and classes today, what about you?”

Eve noted the galactic theme and hummed softly. “Stars and space. I wouldn’t have pegged you for a dreamer,” she murmured teasingly. She bent down a bit to let her fingers brush over the bed’s sheets.

“I’d like to get to know you,” Eve replied simply. She chanced letting herself at Anya’s emotions, wanting to see if what she’d felt before was still there.

Eve lowered herself into a siting position on the bed. “Nothing too crazy.” After feeling the emotions for sure, she didn’t hesitate to lower her hazel gaze as well, for an instant, to Anya’s lips before making eye contact again. “What’s your favorite color?”

(I fucked up her height on the template, she’s supposed to be 5’10”, I forgot to change it from another rp)

Eve, on the other hand, had a lean, curvy, and slightly muscled figure. Her long legs folded beneath her as she sat, subtly leaning toward Anya to see how she’d react. “What kind of fairy are you?”

Eve stopped, unsure if Anya wasn’t noticing or didn’t want the closeness. “Favorite teacher?” Her eyes twinkled with a bit of humor.

Eve laughed softly. “Fair enough,” she murmured, paying more attention to the decrease in space between them than to anything else. Noting Anya’s lean, she began to inch toward her again with her gaze flickering between the girl’s eyes and lips.

Fortunately, confidence was something Eve didn’t lack. She instinctively read the thought and smiled as she made a quick movement forward to brush their lips together. There we go.

Eve bit back a whine when Anya pulled away too soon for her liking, but she respected her enough to pull away too. Her usually fixed expression melted, and her gaze was soft looking at Anya. “Are you alright, darling?” she asked gently.