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“Why must you be so beautiful?”
That thought crosses Teto’s mind every time she sees her own reflection. Today, of course, is no different.
It is considered good and healthy to love oneself; a healthy mind leads to a healthy body and such. However, Teto has, in recent times, discovered that she loves herself a little more than the average person.
That meaning – she may or may not want to kiss herself.
Quite a shocking revelation it was for Teto; that not everyone would rather date themselves as opposed to engaging in a romantic relationship with anyone else. She had, simply put, thought it natural.
Not less than once has there been a moment when Teto was laughing, or doing something of the sort, and caught a glimpse of herself a few seconds too long. This caused – what some would call it – a ‘cuteness overload’; she was caught off-guard and had to take a moment to recollect herself.
Being the same person as who you fancy doesn’t make life any easier for Teto. Especially now due to recent events.
Those events being an identical clone of herself, discovered by Teto herself this morning, appearing in her home, seemingly out of thin air.
“Um. Who are you?” inquired Teto, despite the obvious answer.
“I’m Teto!” the other Teto smiled warmly. Butterflies flooded Teto’s stomach at the sight.
“O... kay... Hello, Teto. I’m... Teto.”
Both Tetos exchanged amused glances and burst out in awkward giggles. That’s to be expected. They’re both crushing on themselves and, by extension, each other. And people tend to be nervous around their crushes.
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Now, later in the day, by evening, the two had gotten used to each other’s presence; naturally, they do have good chemistry. Unless the unresolved romantic tension makes another appearance, they could be good friends.
Teto, living by herself, only had one bedroom. With one bed. She wasn’t about to tell the other Teto to go sleep on the sofa or someplace else, therefore, that one bed is all they have.
They lay in it in silence for a while, neither sure about what to do nor wanting to sleep.
The fabric of the bedsheets rustles. Teto hadn’t moved - she was sure of that - so it must’ve been the other Teto.
Something compels Teto to turn towards the noise, and what she meets is her own face. Really, really close to hers.
Startled, they both go red. Not quite as red as their hair, but getting there.
The other Teto is the first to break the silence. “Uh- um- I- I just thought... that... since we’re both here now... we could...” her voice morphs into a soft mumble.
“I’m sorry, we could what?”
“We could...”
“Speak up,” Teto had grown quite tired of this game of cat and mouse.
“KISS ME!!!”
The other Teto’s voice echoes through the room. She clasps her hands over her mouth before regaining her composure.
“Ehem. Seeing as there are two of us now, kissing would be okay, right?” the other Teto whispers, slowly leaning in.
Teto thinks about it for a moment. “No. But I don’t care.”
Teto meets her halfway. The kiss is even more beautiful than she could have ever imagined. It tastes just like her, and nothing could be better.
The other Teto deepens the kiss by adjusting their position so that Teto is under her, and slides her tongue in, earning a gasp from the latter.
Their tongues now mingling, both identical and perfectly fit for one another, they let out everything they had been holding back for as long as they can remember.
Teto moans without meaning to, but it only seems to make the other Teto more excited.
It lasts for what felt like an eternity, but they, unfortunately, have to part for air.
A trail of saliva connecting their mouths, they heavily pant, clearly out of breath.
After a couple of minutes, one of them speaks up.
“Do you wanna do that again? ...To make sure it actually happened.”