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apocalypsosEventually she was going to ask.
Vera had to know this, Hazel told her grandmother later. She leaned back in the rickety kitchen chair and chomped down on a fat juicy apple and said, “What the hell did she think I was going to do? Just because I don't want her to do it doesn't mean I don't want to know what I don't want her to do.”
Her grandmother had just sighed and reached down to yank at a leg of the kitchen chair, setting it right and nearly sending Hazel's ass slipping right off it.
The thing was, Hazel didn't like being out of the loop. She appreciated constant updates, even if it meant her girlfriend was going to tell her –
“Forty-seven countries in under an hour?”
Vera barely stifled a smile, but her cheeks grew rosy as Hazel's fingertips traced the curves and dips of her rounded hips and bare belly. “I could have popped my way over to a few more countries, but unfortunately the pierogi cart owner in Krakow took seven minutes to count out my change.”
Laughter bubbled up in Hazel's chest. “You could have just let him keep the change.”
“I would have flunked if I didn't wait.” Vera tilted her head just so, her loose heavy curls draping over her shoulder and concealing the soft swell of her breast. Hazel clenched her other hand to keep from reaching out and moving Vera's damned hair. It was a lazy Sunday, the sort where you didn't start fights even if the makeup sex made it all worth it, and Hazel knew all of Vera's buttons, especially the bit about touching her hair too much.
“And if you would have flunked, you wouldn't have been valedictorian,” Hazel finished for her.
Vera tried to look whimsical, probably picturing her worthless degree in superhero studies, tucked away in her underwear drawer under a wad of expensive silk garters. “And look at me now,” she said.
“Oh, I'm looking,” Hazel drawled.
Her hand drifted without conscious thought, the backs of her fingers skimming over the curve of one bare breast, and Vera's eyelids lowered. The time for reminiscing was past, Hazel thought in silent triumph, and wriggled closer for her prize.
*
I forgot to mention that I had an anxiety attack earlier in the day. Funsies!
*headdesk*
Vera had to know this, Hazel told her grandmother later. She leaned back in the rickety kitchen chair and chomped down on a fat juicy apple and said, “What the hell did she think I was going to do? Just because I don't want her to do it doesn't mean I don't want to know what I don't want her to do.”
Her grandmother had just sighed and reached down to yank at a leg of the kitchen chair, setting it right and nearly sending Hazel's ass slipping right off it.
The thing was, Hazel didn't like being out of the loop. She appreciated constant updates, even if it meant her girlfriend was going to tell her –
“Forty-seven countries in under an hour?”
Vera barely stifled a smile, but her cheeks grew rosy as Hazel's fingertips traced the curves and dips of her rounded hips and bare belly. “I could have popped my way over to a few more countries, but unfortunately the pierogi cart owner in Krakow took seven minutes to count out my change.”
Laughter bubbled up in Hazel's chest. “You could have just let him keep the change.”
“I would have flunked if I didn't wait.” Vera tilted her head just so, her loose heavy curls draping over her shoulder and concealing the soft swell of her breast. Hazel clenched her other hand to keep from reaching out and moving Vera's damned hair. It was a lazy Sunday, the sort where you didn't start fights even if the makeup sex made it all worth it, and Hazel knew all of Vera's buttons, especially the bit about touching her hair too much.
“And if you would have flunked, you wouldn't have been valedictorian,” Hazel finished for her.
Vera tried to look whimsical, probably picturing her worthless degree in superhero studies, tucked away in her underwear drawer under a wad of expensive silk garters. “And look at me now,” she said.
“Oh, I'm looking,” Hazel drawled.
Her hand drifted without conscious thought, the backs of her fingers skimming over the curve of one bare breast, and Vera's eyelids lowered. The time for reminiscing was past, Hazel thought in silent triumph, and wriggled closer for her prize.
*
I forgot to mention that I had an anxiety attack earlier in the day. Funsies!
*headdesk*
