KISS SOME MORE DAMNIT (fic)

"What are you doin' here?!"

Cucali screamed at Paloma, who was standing on her hive's doorstep, a determined expression on her face.

"I'm visiting you."

"I don't fuckin' want you here! So just go away!"

Cucali slammed the door. Paloma called out from behind it:

"I'm not leaving until we talk, Cucali."

"Then rot out there for all I care!"

Half an hour later, Cucali peered through the eyehole. Paloma was still there, reading a book. She flung her door open.

"What the fuck are you doin'?!"

"Waiting."

"You moron!"

Paloma picked herself up, captchaloging her book. "I am not a moron, Cucali!"

"Get the fuck outta here!"

"No!"

Cucali slammed Paloma against the wall of her hive, pressing her body into hers.

"I don't want any friendship speeches, I don't want any chocolates, I don't want anything to do with you. What do I have to do to convince you of that?!"

"You'd have to change the past." Paloma met Cucali's eyes, calm. "Because you've proved you care, Cucali, no matter what you say."

"I don't give a shit about you. I was playin'."

"So my heart is a game?"

Cucali paused. "Yes."

"I, I don't believe it."

"You're dense as a fuckin' brick."

"I..." Paloma looked up at Cucali. "I care about you. Is that so wrong?"

"Shut up."

"I won't."

"I said shut up!" Cucali grabbed the back of Paloma's head, pulling her in for a forceful kiss. Paloma stiffened, but as she realised what was happening, she raised her hands to Cucali's shoulders and opened her mouth to the girl's intrusions.

Cucali pulled away, breathing heavily as she looked down at Paloma. She spoke quietly. "This doesn't mean I like you."

Paloma looked at Cucali with hopeful eyes. "Does it... does it mean you pity me?"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Cucali dragged Paloma inside her hive and shoved her against the wall again, planting another kiss on her lips. Paloma ran her fingers through Cucali's hair.

As they caught their breaths, Paloma said, "I adore you."

"Fuck off."

"I know you don't mean that."

"I'm gonna hurt you bad, mossblood."

"I'm okay with that."

"You're an idiot."

"Shut up."

Paloma leant upwards, her hand tracing along Cucali's hair to rest on her cheek. She kissed her, her touch softer than Cucali's, as her fingers stroked Cucali's fin. She didn't pull away as she broke the kiss, murmuring against her lips.

"Shut up and listen to me, Cucali. I pity you, and I think you pity me, too."

"This ain't because I pity you!"

"Then why?"

"I don't have to answer to you!"

Cucali kissed her again.