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You were picnicking on a beautiful little spot in the East Province, a grassy hill overlooking Levincia. The meadow was covered in colorful little wildflowers, Combee and Flabébé floating lazily around the blooms, and you both were in a very silly mood. You don't recall exactly what you'd been talking about, but Nemona had been in the middle of a ramble-- something to do about a friend she knew who chose their pokeballs strictly for visual aesthetics rather than practicality, which had her all worked up-- but you remember leaning over and plucking a pretty little orange poppy from the ground, then looking at her; and then feeling this sudden intense rush of affection. You leaned towards her, interrupting her ramble as you said to her,
"Look at how cute these little flowers are, Nemona. They remind me of you."
Her eyes widened and she giggled. The sound made it feel as though there were a whole crowd of Vivillon fluttering inside you. She tried to chastise you, but she was grinning when she asked,
"Juliana, were you even listening?"
"I was." You had been, mostly. Her voice catching just a little bit at the start, she asked,
"H-how do the flowers remind you of me?"
You twist the little blossom by the stem, thinking a moment. Then you muse,
"They're so bright and cheerful. And they're so pretty, like little flecks of sun. Like your eyes."
She seemed to be briefly rendered speechless, and you reached out, tucking the flower behind her ear.
"There," you say, admiring your work,
"It's perfect."
Her eyes widened-- they were the most expressive eyes you'd seen in your life, honey-amber and deep and sparkling, and you thought you could probably gaze into them forever-- and you watched as a delighted smile overcame her, her nose wrinkling adorably and her freckled cheeks flushing pink.
"Jules! You're making me blush, ay!"
You're still leaned in close to her, having never pulled away when you gave her the flower.
"Good, because you're even more adorable when you blush," you say, and she squirmed and giggled, and oh, it was too much for your heart to bear.
"I am going to kiss your nose now," you announce, because you feel as though you may perish if you do not. She looks at you and offers no protest, and you nudge your face closer and closer and peck her on the nose, but it's not enough, so you nuzzle your nose against hers as well, and her hands are gripping your arms and she is laughing, and you feel dizzy. When you pull back just slightly, you feel like you can see the stars in her eyes.
And then, someone tips forward just slightly, and you're not sure if it was you or her, but she's kissing you now, warm and soft against your lips, and there is a tingling sensation that blooms and spreads in your chest, but everything's over too fast, and then she's looking at you with surprise, startled by her own actions, it seemed.
"O-oh . . . um, sorry, I-I-- wow, I just sort of, sort of got caught up in-- in, um--"
Listening to her stumble was only fueling your adore for her further, and you lean in and kiss her again, firmer this time, and her fingertips slide along your arms, drawing goosebumps as you melt into her, tasting, eager, curious. It feels like drinking sunshine.
You'd never even considered before that you felt this way for her. But now that you were in the moment, it felt so utterly natural, so completely obvious, the inevitable conclusion to the overflowing joy you always felt when near her.