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Chloe likes to think of herself as a very disciplined person. She's a straight-A student, chair of the Auradon Historical Society, and Captain of the Swords and Shields team. You don’t become Captain of the Swords and Shields team in your sophomore year without discipline (and hard work and dedication and—well, you get it). So, in theory, this challenge her girlfriend proposed should be easy.
“Try not to melt into your partner's kiss.”
A self-explanatory challenge that Red came across during one of her scrolling sessions on social media—one of their classmates did it with their partner and from there it spread to other couples in campus. The redheaded girl found it intriguing, and also led her to wonder if her girlfriend (who's self-control is excellent outside of situations relating to her) can survive the challenge.
Which led Chloe to her current situation.
“Are you going to record this?”
Red lets out a laugh as she adjusts her phone. “Yes, Bluey. I need video proof of you being unable to resist me.”
Chloe opens her mouth to retort that she can resist the other girl just fine, but shuts it just as quicky when she remembers the times Red sucessfully distracted her from doing homework just by leaning on her desk and asking for cuddles. Try as she might, the blue-haired girl can't resist her girlfriend.
Which is why she needs to win this, not just because her competitive nature won't be happy if she lose such a simple challenge, but because she needs to prove that she has a semblance of self-control when it comes to the other girl.
Red makes a final adjustment before turning around. “It's recording. Ready, Charming?”
Chloe raises her arms into position. “As I'll ever be.”
Red steps closer to her, arms wrapping around her neck as she leans in. “Remember, you have to keep your arms up.”
Chloe nods, jaw set, and a second later she tastes cherry chapstick as Red’s lips press against hers. The contact is gentle at first—almost testing—and Chloe closes her eyes on instinct, leaning in just enough to meet her halfway. That’s not against the rules. She can work with that. A small, traitorous smile curves her mouth, and she feels Red smile back, the arms looped around her neck tightening just a fraction, as if taking note.
Then Red deepens the kiss.
It’s subtle, but intentional: a slow tilt of her head, a firmer press of her lips, the kind of kiss that asks instead of demands. Chloe’s breath stutters. Her shoulders tense, arms still raised, fingers curling as if around an invisible ledge. Every part of her wants to give in, to drop her hands and pull Red closer where she belongs, but she holds on, focusing on the challenge, on discipline, on not losing.
Red lingers just long enough to make Chloe forget what winning even looks like—and then she pulls back.
The absence is immediate and sharp. A soft, helpless sound slips from Chloe’s throat before she can stop it, her protest instinctive and unguarded. Her arms fall without permission, hands sliding around Red’s waist and tugging her back in, as if the distance itself were unacceptable.
Red pulls away from the kiss and laughs, low and warm, as she’s pulled close again, forehead brushing Chloe’s. Victory glints in her eyes, bright and affectionate, as the phone continues to record the undeniable proof.
“You lost.”
Chloe hums. “Maybe, but I still won.”
Red raises an eyebrow. “Oh? And why is that?”
Chloe smiles, lifting a hand to caress the other girl’s cheek. “Because I got to kiss you.”
Red groans and pushes her face away. “Cards, Bluey, you’re so cheesy.”
“Hey!” Chloe protests against the hand on her face. “You like it when I’m cheesy.”
The redhead smiles. “Unfortunately,” before leaning in to press another kiss to the blue-haired girl's lips.
The phone stays on, forgotten, recording undeniable proof of how down bad the Princess of Cinderellasburg is for the Princess of Hearts.