There was a hand in her hair, rubbing lazily along Vi’s scalp, and she loved it. It was hard to be vulnerable but all she wanted right now was to be comforted.

She didn’t always have the best of days, but you were always around. Sometimes she just needed someone to snap her out of being a snarky little shit and to admit she was upset. Sometimes she needed to be held cause dammit, she was…only fifteen. She needed you, and she knew you cared.

You, her girlfriend, hummed this sweet little tune and she could just fall right asleep. She loved when you hummed. She loved when you held her, when she gave you those big bear hugs and got to breathe you in. You smelled warm, and musky, and sweet, and like she could smell it forever and just smile.

Okay, so what if she was a fucking sap? Couldn’t a girl enjoy a little cuddling every once in a while?