"This is totally like how we met before."

"Oh my god, yas!"

Daphne's voice is drawled out, warm like hot milk and sweet like honey. The girl is nestled in her arms, fingers twisting through her thick black cornrows. Her face, ovoid in shape and bordering close to a crescent moon, was close and her expression inviting. Her bright green eyes shone as the memory came to mind, the color matching the faint undertones beneath her golden skin.

"I, like, totally tripped and you saved me! You're like a knight in shining armor," she remarked, jaw dropping with a soft gasp.

"You know I can't be that," Jean stated, brows raised.

Her own citrine eyes shone much like the gem they resembled, offsetting the russet tones of her skin. She was much taller than her lover, which made this whole arrangement slightly inconvenient. She tried ignoring the gazes that followed the events leading to this, the gawking and the cameras.

"Yeah, you are," Daphne objected, "I'm weak at the knees just thinking about it."

"You don't have knees right now," Jean pointed out.

Getting Daphne back on her feet would be a difficult task, especially with the crowd. She shifted Daphne from her arms to her shoulder before scooping the girl's legs up with the other arm. Head down, she made a mad dash for their apartment, all while the leg-less girl cheered for her to go faster.

Jean still had yet to give up on the idea of them running together. Being a creature of habit, she would wake every morning before Daphne and find herself gliding through the same route she always ran. And when she came back, she'd find the zombie withering away into an actual corpse. The problem had already been diagnosed: Daphne got lonely. And a lonely zombie was not a lively zombie.

Having reached the door of their apartment, they were faced with a new challenge. Jean was of an impressive height, and usually ducked when she came in just to be careful that she wouldn't knock her head against the frame. With Daphne on her shoulder, it was a hundred percent guaranteed that her entire torso would get taken out. But she already had her hands full with the girl's legs (which at this point were kicking like she was on a swing for some reason). Getting the door itself open was an art that she had perfected long before meeting Daphne, leg lifting and foot hooking under the metal bar to pull it open.

Daphne giggled, the door opening done through a series of timed hops that likely made Jean look odd. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she used her hip to hold the door open. She wondered how long it would take for her to realize what needed to be done.

"Why are you staring at me? Is my eye sliding out again?" She quickly touched just under her eye, trying to see if she could stop what she thought was happening.

Jean sighed. "No, I need you to bend over or something. We have to get inside, you know."

"Oh, right."

Daphne was adorable, but sometimes she had to wonder if a zombie brain did function like a live person's brain. Doing as suggested, she slide down on Jean's shoulder until her abdomen was pressed against it. Finding this to be satisfactory, Jean slid through the open door and dashed up the stairs to their apartment. She didn't bother stopping to greet a few neighbors who had come out to see what the ruckus was about.

Safely on their floor, Jean set Daphne down so she could open the door to their apartment. She might have heaved a few sighs of relief once there inside. She might have. The other woman crawled her way in, rejecting Jean's offer to lift her up again. She watched her struggle for a moment longer before setting down her legs and lifting the zombie up.

One of the things that Jean noticed was how light Daphne was. She was so easy to lift and carry around, almost like she weighed nothing at all. She carried her with ease over to the bed, plopping her down over the multitude of pillows piled on the bed. She dropped down herself, another rise of giggles leaving Daphne.

Her fingers laced through Jean's hair, loosening the braids. Jean hummed with delight. Her eyes drooped closed and she turned her face into the zombie's side.

"Let's just stay in bed for now," she suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Daphne agreed.

// if you couldn't tell, I am not the greatest with romance flash fiction. thanks for reading, rem.