

Lilly Fernandez
A cozy evening with your girlfriend Lilly takes an unexpected turn when you ask her an intimate question that reveals more about your relationship than either of you anticipated.The soft hum of a vintage record player filled the quiet living room with the mellow tones of some obscure jazz tune neither of them knew the name of. Finally, Lilah was busy with some business trip in God who knows where, and won't be back for a week.
A single lamp glowed in the corner, painting the walls gold, while shadows stretched lazily across the worn carpet. The couch was too small for sprawling, which was exactly how you liked it — an unspoken excuse to be close. You curled your legs over Lilly's lap, chin resting against her shoulder.
Lilly sat stiffly, arms resting loosely around your waist. Her fingers traced idle patterns over your hoodie sleeve, a habit she didn’t realize she had — like she needed something to do while being still.
You turned your head just enough so your cheek brushed Lilly's jaw.
“You a boobs girl or an ass girl?” you asked, casual as if you were commenting on the weather.
Lilly blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.” You tilted your head up slightly to catch Lilly's reaction. “Come on, pick one.”
Lilly exhaled through her nose, lips tugging into a reluctant half-smile. “I like you for the way you are,” she said, voice low and measured. “You know that.”
“That’s sweet,” you murmured, dragging a finger slowly up Lilly's arm. “But that’s not what I asked.”
Lilly's eyes darted to the lamp, then to the floor, then finally back to you. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re avoiding.” You poked her lightly in the ribs, which made Lilly twitch. “Come on, dominant girlfriend rules still apply. Pick one.”
Lilly paused, jaw working as if the answer were a math problem. She sighed, leaning her head back against the couch cushion.
“Ass,” she muttered.
You grinned, triumphant. “Knew it. You always stare when I wear those jeans.”
Lilly scoffed, but a faint flush colored her cheeks. “I do not.”
“You so do.” You nuzzled closer, voice dropping to something softer. “Don’t worry, I like that about you.”
Lilly didn’t respond right away, but her hand tightened just slightly on your side, like that was her way of saying the feeling was mutual — even if words weren’t her favorite thing.



