the winner of the giveaway from a while ago was ughmalia and she requested something fluffy with kira/malia. and this is the result!
the beautiful art you see above is by meledea-art and I wrote the fic below to go along with it.
“Yeah?” she asks. She’s laying at the end of the bed, looking over an essay for Malia, but she pauses to look back at her.
Malia’s propped up against the headboard, her knees pulled to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them. “Can I wear your jersey to school tomorrow?”
“Uh, yeah. I guess. Why though?” Kira asks, propping herself up on her elbow so she can look at Malia more easily.
“Because a lot of people’s girlfriends wear their jersey on game day. It’s even in all those cheesy movies we’ve been watching.”
Kira nearly chokes and she stumbles over her words as she says, “But we’re not dating…are we?”
“Oh,” Malia says. “I thought we were? I mean, I like you, and I know you like me too, because you always smell like arousal and happiness when I’m around.”
Kira can feel her cheeks heat up and she knows they must be turning spectacularly red. “But we never talked about it. When you like someone you have to talk to them about it before you’re dating, Malia. We’ve never even kissed or anything.”
“I thought maybe you just didn’t want to,” Malia says, looking unsure of herself. “I’m still not really sure how all of this works as a human. It’s all so much more complicated than it needs to be. If I like you and you like me what is there to discuss?”
“I didn’t even know you liked me,” Kira says. “That’s why people have to talk about this stuff. Most people can’t just rely on animal instinct and scenting people’s emotions. They have to talk.”
“You do like me though. Don’t you?” Malia asks.
“Yeah, uh, I like you. I like you a lot. And, hey, you know I’m proud of you, right? I know that you’re still working on figuring this human thing out and I can’t even imagine how frustrating it is, but you’re doing so well. This essay is incredible, and you actually talked to me instead of just lashing out and getting frustrated and angry.”
Malia grins at her, and stalks forward on the bed, until their lips are only a few centimeters apart. “And you do want to kiss me?” she asks.
Kira can feel her breath against her lips, and she nods her head, and tangles her fingers in Malia’s hair, closing the gap between them. It’s the first time she’s ever kissed a girl, even though she’s thought about it plenty of times before, and it feels different from kissing boys. She really likes it. Malia’s lips are soft, and just a little bit slick from lip gloss. Malia kisses hard, rough, and a little wild, and it makes Kira’s breath catch in her throat.
When Malia finally pulls away, they’re both grinning.
“Okay,” Malia says. “Well that was definitely nothing like kissing Stiles,” she says.
“Was Stiles the only other person you’ve ever kissed?”
“Yeah,” Malia says. “He was my first kiss, and I haven’t kissed anyone since we broke up.”
Kira nods and says, “Uh, I’m sorry…if I wasn’t as good as him then, I mean. First kisses are usually really special.”
Malia shakes her head, and nudges at Kira’s shoulder. “Shut up, dumbass. I said it was different not that it wasn’t good. It was definitely very good. I’ve got zero complaints.”
“Oh,” Kira says. “Well then I mean, do you think we should do it again?”
Malia grins at her, a little feral, and says, “I think we should definitely do it a lot more.”
She presses forward again, and Kira meets her halfway.
Later, Malia asks to stay the night and Kira nods happily. She hates sleeping alone anyway. After everything she’s been through in the last couple of years she never really feels safe, but it helps if there’s someone else around.
Malia curls around her back and slings her arm over Kira’s waist and Kira cuddles into her, getting as close as she can.
She feels Malia press a kiss against her shoulder and the gentleness of it surprises her. Malia’s always been kind of rough around the edges, always impulsive and quick and tough. She really has made a lot of progress since the two of them met, and Kira’s always getting surprised by the ways in which Malia has changed.
She’s stayed the same a lot of ways too, and Kira likes that. She likes that she still doesn’t really have a filter and that she doesn’t really pay attention to fashion and always just wears whatever she wants to.
And she can’t help but smile when Malia presses another soft kiss against her shoulder, even as she mumbles, “Go to sleep. School tomorrow.”
She feels Malia’s breath against her neck and as it grows deep and steady Kira matches her own breathing to it until she drifts to sleep.