Continue on with this story. "Lauren wanted to go out hiking; nothing special, just to admire the forest. She had also brought a new camera, so she can luckily photograph a nice deer or moose here and there, maybe even a few birds. She just wanted to refresh her mind.

Lauren's combat boots stomped gently across the forest, cracking sticks and rustling leaves in the process. She firmly gripped her camera, and had her backpack slung over her shoulders, hoping to find something good to take a picture of.

Lauren stopped her walking when she saw a deer, teetering on its slender, frail legs and looking cute as ever. She quickly held up her camera and slowly walked up to the deer just to not scare the animal off. With a click of a button, she snapped a photo of the deer, the picture sliding out of the camera. The picture was black at first, but when she slightly shook it back and forth, the picture started to fade in of the deer. For sure she was gonna tape that to her wall decorations.

She put the picture in her backpack and went on with her trek. Satisfied, she strolled through the forest with a bit more enthusiasm. 

***

She continued to walk throughout the forest for a few minutes, taking photos of butterflies, bunnies, moose, the usual, common stuff. But this wasn't common. Lauren came across a creek with a beautiful waterfall. But a little someone was there too, sitting on a big rock. Lauren stepped closer, and saw that it was a creature. But not any creature, a creature with wings. Its wings were white and medium sized, an aura of glitter surrounding them.

Lauren examined the creature, and was captivated by its ethereal beauty. It had coiled, bouncy brunette hair, followed by a homemade flower crown on top. For its appearance, there were pointed ears and a pointed nose, smattered with freckles. It had bright, doe lilac eyes and thick lashes, with a set of plump, little, heart-shaped lips. For its clothing, it was all just leafy. A leafy top, supported by a drawstring so it won't fall off, and a leafy hula garment on, heavily resembling a skirt. 

With a pitter-patter sound of Lauren's boots, the creature turned its head.

Oh god.

Lauren gasped a bit now that the creature acknowledges her presence. Lauren stepped back a bit, hoping that she didn't bother the creature.

“No, don't go!” The creature uttered gently in an accent.

Can it talk?

Lauren let out a sigh of relief. The creature started flapping its wings, and flew over to Lauren, leaving a trail of glitter in the process, sitting down on the grass.

“What are you?” Lauren questioned.

“A fairy.” 

A fairy? Lauren had heard about fairies when her grandmother told her folktales about them when she was a child. Lauren was truly perplexed by the sight. The fairy wasn't tiny like in the children's books, but she was the height of the average female, though Lauren was taller for a woman.

“You guys are.. real?” Lauren raised an eyebrow.

“You humans, so dumbfounded and clueless..” The fairy said with a dismissive hand. Lauren was a bit taken aback by the fairies sassy response, but with the fairies' pretty appearance, she expected it.

“What's your name?” Lauren asked.

“Annika.” She said casually.

“Mine’s Lauren. And, by the way, that's such a European name,” Lauren bantered.

“Well, I am Scandinavian.” Annika defended, rolling her eyes. 

“Ah, I see. Explains the Norwegian accent.” Lauren replied. 

Lauren still couldn't believe it; believe that she was talking to a fairy. A very pretty fairy. They admired each other in silence, but they both could tell there was tension between them. And Lauren wanted to break it.

“What brings you out here?” Lauren suddenly said after a while, breaking the silence.

“Got a bit carried away from home. I usually don't stray away this far.” Annika explained, her wings drooping from relaxation.

Lauren nodded, relating to the fairy. “Yeah, this creek is pretty beautiful, so I understand fully.” 

Lauren decided to sit down after not doing it when Annika sat, being too lost in thought with Annika’s beauty. Annika scooted next to Lauren, being a little too close to her. Annika smiled, being comfortable with a human for once.

“Can I touch your wings?” Lauren requested.

Annika nodded, and that was all the consent Lauren needed. Lauren slowly brung a hand up to Annika's wings, caressing them with care. 

Annika squirmed and giggled from the sheer sensitivity, the feeling familiar to tickling, but soon relaxed from Laurens soft hands touching her wings. The delicate membranes throbbed and fluttered, spreading out slightly from the affectionate touch.

“It tickles, huh? Well, would you like it if I did this?”  Lauren playfully challenged, stroking Annika's wings rapidly.

Annika laughed from the touch, and lowered to the leafy ground, her wings twitching. Lauren followed her on the ground, their faces mere inches from each other. Lauren stopped the tickling, and they both started panting, smiling widely as their breaths fanned their faces. A faint blush crept up on Annika's cheeks, adorning her face an adorable shade of pink.

Their laughs faded away, and were soon replaced by intimate, breathy giggles. 

Annika nodded, but Lauren didn't quite get what she meant, but with a guess, she indicated that it was consent. So with that, Lauren helped Annika off the ground, and slowly closed the gap between them.

It finally happened.

Lauren pressed her lips against Annika's in a passionate kiss, both of their lips soft, but Annika’s was softer, and even had a taste. The natural taste heavily reminded Lauren of cherry lollipops. Annika sighed into the kiss, her wings spreading out fully, and the veins in them somehow changing shades into a myriad of vibrant colors; pink, blue, purple, green, etc.

When Annika sighed, her body relaxed even more, allowing Lauren to deepen the kiss, her small hands placed on Lauren's waist.

After a while, Lauren broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless, followed by playful giggles.

“Wow..” they both said in unison.

***

Lauren and Annika had intimate conversations with each other for hours, Lauren talking about her human life and hiking finds, and Annika talking about her interactions with other fairies and her life, moving on from that amazing kiss. They didn't notice it yet, but the sun was beginning to set, yet they ran their mouths forever. Eventually, they grew tired, and Annika rested her head against Lauren's abdomen, them both resting against the ground. Her wings fluttered slowly in the moonlight, reflecting a soft glow in the ambiance. 

With their bodies pressed soft against each other, they both accidentally fell asleep in the forest, Annika snoring quietly.

***

Lauren cracked her eyes open, and it was now morning, the canopy of the trees covering the sun slightly.

Annika also woke up, remembering remnants of the other day with Lauren.

“How'd you sleep?” Lauren asked, her voice groggy from sleep.

“Good. Especially with you, Lauren.” Annika signed contentedly. 

Lauren hummed in response.

After an hour of talking about yesterday, Annika stood up slowly, and Lauren did so too.

“Well, I better get going, Lauren. My parents are probably scared to death over me.” Annika announced.

“Will I ever see you again?” Lauren asked, her voice laced with concern. She genuinely hoped to see this fairy again.

“Whenever you decide to come to this forest again, I'll check here everyday to see if you come or not.” Annika assured the taller woman, her wings flapping to get ready for departure, kissing Lauren on the cheek.

“Okay.” Lauren nodded.

They both said their farewells, and with that, Annika flew off to her cottage.

Lauren was ecstatic, she couldn't believe all of this happened in just the span of a day. She sighed happily, walking ba
ck to her car. She was definitely excited to meet this fairy again.

They were truly girlfriends."













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Lauren's thoughts were a whirlwind as she walked back to her car, her boots crunching against the forest floor. Her camera, now filled with photos of the wildlife—and Annika—felt heavier than before, though not from weight, but from the precious memories it carried. She couldn’t stop smiling, her mind replaying the soft flutter of Annika’s wings and the lingering taste of that cherry-sweet kiss.

Back at her apartment, Lauren wasted no time developing the photos. Most of them captured the forest’s beauty, but the ones of Annika stood out. In some, Annika’s wings shimmered like fractured rainbows; in others, her smile seemed to glow brighter than the sunlit waterfall. Lauren taped one to her wall—a shot of Annika sitting gracefully on the rock, her lilac eyes meeting Lauren’s lens.

“She’s real,” Lauren murmured to herself, her fingers brushing the edges of the photo.

The next day, Lauren found herself distracted. At work, her mind wandered back to the creek. She replayed Annika’s laugh in her head, the way her freckles scrunched up when she smiled, and the way her wings shifted colors when they kissed. By lunchtime, Lauren had made up her mind: she had to go back.

Over the next few weeks, Lauren returned to the forest as often as she could. At first, she worried Annika might not show up. But each time, Annika appeared—sometimes perched on a tree branch, other times splashing in the creek. Their bond grew stronger with each meeting. Annika taught Lauren about the secrets of the forest: which mushrooms glowed in the dark, how the fireflies whispered to each other, and where the ancient, hidden fairy circles lay. In return, Lauren shared stories of the human world, of bustling cities and music festivals, of her dreams and fears.

Annika listened intently, often interrupting with witty comments or curious questions. "Humans sound chaotic," she’d say, shaking her head, though her lilac eyes sparkled with fascination.

One evening, as the sun set in a blaze of orange and purple, Annika surprised Lauren with a small gift: a delicate bracelet woven from enchanted vines and adorned with tiny, glowing flowers.

“For you,” Annika said shyly, her wings fluttering nervously. “So you’ll always have a piece of the forest with you.”

Lauren slipped it onto her wrist, her heart swelling. “Thank you, Annika. It’s beautiful.”

Annika hesitated, then added, “It’s also enchanted. If you’re ever in danger, it’ll guide you back to me.”

Touched by the gesture, Lauren leaned in and kissed Annika’s cheek. “I’ll treasure it,” she promised.

As the seasons changed, so did their connection. What began as curiosity blossomed into something deeper. They spent more nights together by the creek, watching stars dance across the sky. Annika showed Lauren how to listen to the whispers of the wind, and Lauren taught Annika how to hum her favorite songs.

But there were challenges too. Annika’s world was secretive and protective, and some fairies didn’t trust humans. Lauren, on the other hand, struggled to explain her frequent absences to her friends and family. Yet, their love persevered, stronger with each meeting.

One evening, as they sat by the creek, Annika took Lauren’s hand. “There’s something I want to ask,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Lauren looked at her, curious. “What is it?”

Annika hesitated, then smiled. “Would you ever consider staying? Here, in the forest. With me.”

Lauren’s breath caught. The idea was overwhelming—and tempting. She glanced around at the serene beauty of the forest, at Annika, glowing softly in the moonlight. Her heart raced as she considered the possibilities.

Could she leave her world behind for this one? For Annika?

"I..." Lauren began, her voice soft but steady. "I need time to think. But Annika, wherever I am—here, there, anywhere—my heart will always be with you."

Annika smiled, squeezing Lauren’s hand. "That’s all I need to hear."

And as the forest hummed softly around them, the two lovers sat together, their bond as unyielding as the roots of the trees.