O/O - ((closed))

Marla's eyes flew open at the energy behind Gwen's actions, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Gwen pulled away, panting. She looked at Marla before bursting into a fit of giggles. “You… You have a little something…” She shook her head, breaking into another fit of laughter.

"Lipstick—right. Um." Marla turned her head away, breathing heavily. "Uh—would you mind—wiping it, um off?"

“If you would mind unpinning me from the wall so I can get my makeup wipes..?” Gwen smiled at Marla, still dazed.

"Y-Yeah. Sorry." Marla quickly withdrew, wrapping her arms around her middle. She bit her lip, grinning like an idiot.

Gwen pushed herself away from the wall, pressing another kiss to Marla’s lips before grabbing her makeup wipes from her bag.

Marla watched her with a rapidly increasing blush, wetting her dry mouth before tearing her gaze away. "That was, um, really nice."

“No kidding.” Gwen winked at Marla, still blushing. She took out one of the wipes, beginning to clean her lipstick off of Marla’s face.

Marla had to close her eyes to keep herself from having a Gwen-induced heart attack. "I—We should, um, do that more often."

“I agree. I know like two med students, so I’m basically a doctor.” Gwen finished, wiping her lipstick off Marla. “Can you clean my face now?”

"What—What does being a doctor have to do with anything?" Marla took the wipe from Gwen, beginning to do the same to her.

“I’m now you’re personal doctor. I’m prescribing more kisses.” Gwen leaned into Marla’s touch, a dopey grin on her face.

Marla groaned quietly, barely resisting the urge to hide her face. "You're going to give me a heart attack…." she muttered, carefully wiping away the last of Gwen's makeup.

Gwen pouted. “Sorry, sorry! I’m still adjusting to having a girlfriend.”

"Don't apologize," Marla giggled, "You're a doctor, remember? All you have to do is give me CPR, and I'll be just fine."

“Right! I did not get my medical degree to this!” Gwen grinned again. “Your giggles are adorable.”

This time, Marla couldn't stop the urge to hide her face. "You really are going to be the death of me……"

“Don’t die on me, Juliet!” Gwen pulled Marla into another hug, squeezing her tight.

Marla flushed deeper. “If I’m Juliet, then what does that make you?” she mumbled into Gwen’s pyjama shirt.

“Romeo? With these dashing good looks, who else could I be?” She teased.

Marla laughed softly, albeit flustered. “We should write a lesbian Romeo and Juliet fanfiction together.”
(Fun fact: my friend actually did that)

(Your friend is an icon.)

“Darling, we are the lesbian fanfic. Except you know, less drama.” Gwen shrugged sheepishly.

(Hell yes she is
Okay so I’m ridiculously bored and when it’s late and I’m bored I do stupid things like make more rps even though I’m in way too many
Please don’t feel pressured to say yes, I won’t be offended or anything if you don’t, but do you want to do a lesbian (or straight, or gay, idc) Romeo and Juliet rp with me?)

This drew another fit of giggles from Marla’s lips. “Hilarious, Gwen.”

(It’s been three years since I read it, but sure I’ll join in! I’m doing some hw atm so my responses might not be that fast!)

“Why thank you, Princess.” She giggled.

(Lmao same tho, time to do some research
Only if you want to, I don’t want to pressure you or anything
Ah got it, hope it goes well)

“What did I ever do to deserve a title like that?” she murmured, swallowing.

(I’m up for it!)

“Trust me, it’s like you walked straight out of a fairytale book.” Gwen was a bit surprised by her own smooth response.

(Great! Want me to make a thread, or should we plan stuff in PMs first?)

Marla leaned back a little to gape at Gwen, cheeks burning. “It—It is?”

(If it’s just another o/o you can just make the thread but if you want to have more people I think we should plan it in PM first)

“Absolutely.” Gwen couldn’t even fathom how cute Marla looked. “We are both incredibly lucky there aren’t any plants around here.”

(If you want it to be a group rp that’s cool with me, as is o/o, though I’d prefer as small of a group as possible)

Marla grinned, poking Gwen’s collarbone. “My roommate has so many succulents, dear lord. It’d be shame if we were kissing at my place…”

(Let’s just stick to o/o, it’ll be easier to manage lol)

“I don’t think you’d really have a place after that.” Gwen’s face turned red. “Guess we’ll have to stick to making out under the stars…”