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Hurrying down the street, Marcy cursed as the wind snatched at her jacket, failing to keep the broken zipper closed with one hand, as the other fiercely clenched around handles of her shopping bag. Ducking her head into the next gust, she held the bag close to her body, without causing the ice cream to melt, spluttering as a passing car sent a fine mist of water across her face. The forecast had warned of a grey skies tumbling in from the sea, but it hadn’t predicted this sudden squall, and Marcy felt like she had been tricked with its false confidence to leave the house so under prepared.
Her socks were squelching in the mismatched scuffs she had slipped on in her rush, causing her to grimace with every step. The wool fibres, once fuzzy and warm, were now clinging to her toes like saran wrap, trapping any excess water against her skin. To make matters worse they were also catching the runoff water from her leggings, pooling where she had stupidly decided to tuck them in earlier that morning.
Why she had agreed to leave the house looking like this was anyone’s guess, but the promises of movies and cuddling with one of her girlfriends was probably relevant.
Especially with the girlfriend who had just returned from a month-long research trip to Brazil, looking for a new frog species. Who had the nerve to flutter her eyelashes so innocently after robbing the breath from Marcy’s lungs with a ‘simple kiss’ and a girlish giggle. Who had whispered a promise of an encore if she returned with a pint of Cherry Garcia, and possibly the back story of how she had learnt to do that thing with her tongue that Marcy thanked the heavens for every day.
Blushing at the mere thought of it, Marcy tucked her chin further into her collar, and quickened her pace, ignoring how her hood had fallen. She was going to smell like a wet dog by the time she got back. Anne was totally going to refuse cuddling with her now.
Cursing again as she skidded a little on the wet leaves, Marcy finally arrived at the entrance to their shared home, pushing open the well-loved gate with her hip. The wood groaned as she leant on it, the hinges whining loudly even when she hissed at them to shut up, only to let out a squeal herself when water dripped from an overhanging branch and down her neck. Shuddering she hastily relatched the gate, before skipping up the loose cobblestone path towards the house, careful to avoid the more extreme moss-covered steps.
In a whir of motion, Marcy finally entered the house, kicking off her shoes as the door slammed behind her, the plastic bag rustling in her grip as she tried to wrangle her sodden jacket off her arms.
“I’m back! Sorry I took so long Anne, there were just so many options, and I couldn’t find yours at first!” She yelled into the still house, finally dumping the wet material into a pile on the floor. She ignored how it landed against the leather of Sasha’s nicer work shoes, instead eagerly poking around in her bag for Anne’s ice-cream as she squelched down the hallway. “I had to ask the clerk if they had it in stock, and you’re a lucky son of a bitch cause they had one left! And there was this deal going that if you got two pints you got a thi-oh.”
Marcy stopped short at the entrance to the living room, finally catching on to why it had been so quiet. Slowly she leant against the doorframe, unable to bite back the fond smile taking over her face.
Anne was sprawled across their battered couch in her usual fashion, fast asleep. Her face was squished against the cushion so deeply, Marcy knew she’d have the lingering imprint of the stitching on her skin for hours later. Already a tiny bit of drool had gathered by the corner of her mouth, a stray curl stuck in it as the rest surrendered to the static of the couch and humidity of the heat pump. One arm had fallen off the edge of the couch, phone still clutched loosely in her hand, playing some kind of funny cat video on loop quietly, accented by endearing snuffly snores.
Oh frog she was cute...
....and she was gonna have killer back problems from the position when she woke up.
But Marcy didn’t move to wake her, preferring to just lurk in the doorway, watching the way Anne’s chest moved with each breathe. The month had been long, with spotty phone calls and the odd photo tiding them over as Anne bounced around the country. While they were use to long periods of broken communication, especially factoring in time zones and work obligations, this side of the relationship was still pretty new to the trio, as was the unexpected pining while one was away.
Marcy and Sasha had shared many bottles of wine in Anne’s absence, huddling together on that same couch, staring longing at her newest photos. Sasha had over analysed their emotions to a knowing depth, a disgusted frown etched on her forehead at her own neediness, while Marcy had giggled at her expense hypocritically. To see Anne now, cosy and safe in her own home, it made Marcy’s heart melt in embarrassing ways.
A hand snaked around Marcy’s waist, trailing warmth across her skin as someone leant in the frame with her, stirring her from her staring.
“Did you find that new PBJ flavour I mentioned while you were out?”
Marcy leant back into Sasha’s chest with a sigh, letting her take the plastic bag still dumbly clutched in her fingers as she soaked in her warmth.
“Mmm, it was part of the deal they had going. Also managed to snag some mint cookie for me.” She murmured, still not taking her eyes off their sleeping girlfriend as Sasha peeked into the bag curiously. “Though I think I paid them full price in my eagerness to get back here.”
“Oh well, makes up a little for the shoplifting we did as kids I suppose.” Sasha chuckled, turning to place the bag on the floor in the cooler hallway.
“You mean those Pez dispensers weren’t free like you told me?” Marcy gasped in faux horror, smirking as Sasha returned to holding her, still snickering. “Next you’re going to tell me that tagging the alleyway behind the school wasn’t a community project to make LA look prettier.”
“Dunno, I think our ‘art’ was prettier than the dull brick under it.” Sasha grinned into her hair, propping an arm up in the doorway above them. Rolling her eyes Marcy snuggled back into her, clutching the arm wrapped around her stomach.
“Yes cause seeing ‘Sasha waz here’ in neon colours is so refreshing.”
Their quiet giggles filled the lounge, fading a little as Anne gave a particularly loud snore, before starting up again in amusement.
“I warned her not to lay down.” Sasha murmured between giggles, resting her chin on Marcy’s head. “Said she’d fall asleep if she did. But she insisted she was fine, just waved her stupid cat videos at me as if that were to mean anything.”
“But they usually send her into ‘stuck mode’!” Marcy exclaimed, “Either she paces around the house glued to her screen, causing chaos, or she-”
“Falls asleep, I know.” Sasha scoffed. “I argued this with her, but she just...she ah...she...convinced me she’d be fine, blew a raspberry at my rebuttal like a child and fell back onto the couch to wait for you.”
Marcy grinned and risked a glance up at her blonde girlfriend, humour colouring her tone.
“She did the neck thing didn’t she?”
Sasha grumbled and hid her flaming face further in her locks.
“...yes.”
Marcy giggled. Sasha muttered for her to shut up into her hair but pulled her closer at her waist anyway. Together they continued to watch Anne sleep, thinking back to the days of their childhood, and how it was odd there was no small black and white cat perched nearby. The rain and wind were still making their presence known outside, though softer now, the gentler breeze sweeping through the wind chimes pleasantly.
Sighing Sasha shifted on her feet, her fingers having absently started trailing across Marcy’s side in soft circles at some point.
“We should really wake her. Or at least put her to bed so her back isn’t fucked when she wakes.” She murmured, electing a small hum of agreement from Marcy.
“She was complaining about jet lag this morning, and how her brain wouldn’t switch off last night until about 3am.” Marcy added, tilting her head back a little so she could see Sasha through her fringe. “Her sleeping now will surely stuff up her circadian rhythm.”
“Alright nerd. Now, do you want to move her or?” Sasha responded, nuzzling her head gently, lips moving against her hairline. She was wearing her glasses, Marcy realised, her heart fluttering a little in her chest.
“And risk her sucker punch? No thank you.” She scoffed.
“Damn, neither.” Sasha sighed, “But we both agree she needs to at least wake up.”
Closing her eyes, Marcy tipped her neck so Sasha could place a proper kiss against her brow, humming in agreement. Silence enveloped them again for a moment, before Marcy murmured slyly, “Though, if you move her, she may do that cute little moan you like.”
Sasha huffed in fond amusement at her teasing, a devilish grin appearing on her lips.
“True, I do enjoy making her moan.”
Her tone was a pleasant uno reverse on Marcy, as memories of her last trip back east came to mind. Specifically, an unexpected phone call from the blonde devil herself late one night. Anne’s moans as Sasha wrecked her had Marcy hastily tumbling for her beside draw as she demanded to be put on video call still brought a healthy blush to her cheeks. Suddenly very aware of how her thumb was stroking the exposed strip of skin on her stomach, Marcy tried to mask her shiver with an exasperated sigh.
“Or, we put away the ice-cream until later, select a movie we’ve seen a dozen times before and join her?”
Her voice was a little shaky, but thankfully Sasha didn’t acknowledge it any more than with a teasing grin. Bringing her other arm down from the doorway, she gave Marcy a loving squeeze before pushing her towards the stairs.
“I’ll put the ice-cream away and select the movie. You go get changed out of those wet clothes before you catch another cold.” She instructed, fingers dancing along her sides gently before pulling away. “Oh and grab that fluffy blanket Anne has stowed in the guest room she thinks we don’t know about. Then we can comfortably cuddle with Sleeping Beauty.”
Glancing down at her feet, Marcy hummed in agreement again, having momentarily forgotten about her soggy socks. Seems Anne could rob her of cognitive function as well as her breath. Even when asleep.
Impressive.
“Alright, just don’t forget that we haven’t restacked the freezer after the earthquake last night. I’m not sure if anything’s pressing against the door.” Marcy warned, taking a step towards the stairs.
“And don’t you forget to turn the washing over like you promised this morning when you pass the laundry.” Sasha chided, but her smile was teasing as she copied Marcy’s step.
“Says the girl who mixed her reds in with Anne’s white tennis uniform, just before her big competition match.”
“She wears pink well.” Sasha shrugged, leaning into Marcy’s space again so she could kiss her, “And if I recall, it was you who tucked those racy red panties into my shirt pocket ‘for luck.”
“Two days prior for your meeting!” Marcy laughed against her lips but returned her kiss affectionately. “I never did find the rest of that set.”
“Ask Anne when she’s awake. I’m sure I saw it peeking out of her suitcase this morning.”
The two giggled through another breathy kiss, before reluctantly parting to complete their chores. Trudging her way upstairs, Marcy couldn’t help but to glance back at her girlfriend, grinning stupidly as Sasha blew her a silly kiss as she disappeared into the kitchen, shopping bag in hand. Shaking her head she continued on up, trailing a hand over the pictures of the trio now littering the wall above the railing.
If only little Marcy could see her now, she mused. This was all she had ever wanted as a child, to be surrounded by love and her friends for as long as humanly possible, no matter what. And while it may not have been a linear path towards her goal, she wouldn’t change any aspect of it-
A quiet yelp sounded from downstairs as something frozen tumbled onto Sasha’s foot.
-stupidity and all.