Drabbles and Oneshots

Everyone knows what happened after the white rose.

It was just a matter of putting it in writing. 

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"I want..."

"...I want the same."

Both giggled at the lack of words, but they weren't necessary anymore, they knew what that silence meant— They simply wanted everything. They wanted to experience all kinds of things together, for as long as the world let them.

After everything they'd been through, just being like this, together at last, felt so wonderful that they couldn't stop smiling like idiots.

"Come here, you," Simón told her and pulled her into a hug.

Ámbar wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her chin on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and took in this moment, this feeling as his warmth engulfed her. There was the hint of flower scent all around them, but it was his scent she wanted to breathe in forever.

Simón couldn't believe how right it felt to have her in his arms. Finally, what he had imagined a thousand times had come true.

Before he could get too used to it and refuse to let her go, Simón pulled away and stood next to her.

"Allow me to escort you back to your room, my lady?" He offered his arm.

"Why, of course, my good sir," Ámbar replied in the same manner, taking his arm.

They laughed again, so happy they felt like floating. As they were going up the stairs, Ámbar suddenly stopped.

"Wait, we gotta pick up these petals," she said, looking at all the traces of white roses that were scattered over the steps and up to her room.

"I'll do it later, don't worry," he assured her, and they continued their way up.

Ámbar grabbed the white rose from where she'd left it on the corner table. She wanted to keep it. When they arrived at her bedroom door, she slid her arm off Simón's and opened it. It was dark inside except for the golden hues of her bedside lamp.

She left the door hanging open behind her. The two stood staring at each other, knowing this was the part where they had to separate.

Simón sighed.

"Well... Goodnight, Ámbar."

"Goodnight," she murmured back. But neither took a step.

Their heads leaned in, attracted by each other's orbit. The kiss was soft and slow, short, as his hands barely got to graze her face before it was over.

They pulled away and opened their eyes. A little giggle escaped their throats.

"Okay, now we really should go to sleep," Simón said.

"Yeah, right?" Ámbar replied, just as amused.

They looked at each other. Their smiles fell lax. Their eyes fell to their lips.

They succumbed to their call again, this time for a few seconds longer. Simón took her face in his hands. Ámbar placed hers on his chest. The white rose stood between their heartbeats.

Their mouths parted slowly, reluctantly. Brown eyes met ocean blue.

"Okay, now we should," Simón said.

It echoed both their thoughts. But a moment passed and their lips met again.

Ámbar slid her hands up to cup his neck. The stem of the rose was cold against his skin, but Simón barely felt it next to the warmth of her. They couldn't focus on anything besides the gliding of their lips against the other's.