make mine a pain in the neck

         – 5′4″ . i’m a seven and a half . is this gonna take long . 

[   stretches her arms above her head with a little yawn – thick hair is shaken out softly .   ] 

         i have reservations at 6 .

   ❛   god. we’ll just put you in very high heels.   ❜

5′4 ! this is what they give her to work with ! she deserves a raise , this job is going to give her a fucking aneurysm . 

          groovy . 

[   of course she could . she had been posing as the pretty , immaculate wife for a good three years now – didn’t matter the shift in husbands , they were both assholes anyway . glances towards the blonde with a lifted brow , slinking over on platforms and tipping her head to the side .   ] 

and she slips a cloth tape measure around the girl’s waist once she gets close enough , pulls it away with her thumb on the measurement . 

        ugh . i don’t know , it’s probably one of the few good things i’m good at .          so , like . i do well . i guess . are there drinks . 

   ❛   champagne .   ❜  she doesn’t care who this person is , doesn’t care how she got in , whether or not she’s qualified . all she has to do is stand there and look pretty . surely , she can manage that .

‘ you’re not the model. ‘

“Fuck is couture?”

“Why no’?” 

(  it’s just strange . feels like maybe she’s putting her heart everywhere at once so soon she’ll be empty – it doesn’t feel that way now . she feels like there’s too much in there . too much lodged in her chest – stuck there , smothering her . she bites into her mouth and lowers her lashes , leans in to nuzzle into nova’s temple as the other presses a kiss to her palm . ) 

       … i don’t know . 

(  bites into her cheek , hesitantly shifting , torso gently pressing into nova’s . ) 

oh .

( and she catches gio’s wrist , shifts to press a palm to her pulse , there . turns her hand so that her lips might brush santiago’s knuckles . god , what a sap . ) 

do you want me to stop ? or .

is nothing . 

(  soft . her voice is soft with nova – and her eyes are silk as she watches the girl , feeling her headache come and go with soft lapping waves . she wets her mouth , brushes hard fingertips over the swell of nova’s cheek . )

(  it’s intimate , her gaze . intrusive , in a sense – she gives her head a small shake . ) 

just nothing . 

( maybe she’s just still conflicted about being with a girl . that’d make sense , maybe . but it doesn’t seem like that . it seems , to her , like it must be something else . she’s not as hesitant as she might’ve once been . nova frowns . )

you don’t have to tell me , but . you can . if you want  .

(  there had been some vague , absent relief in her when aiden had left her . a thought rooted in – at least now i can’t hurt him . her escape was his poison . she was no good – birthed in violence and bloodshed , an assassination baptizing her purpose . )

( but oh , wow . she hasn’t kissed nova in so long , it feels like . and she’s returning it sweetly – carefully , warmth of her tongue swiping over a vaguely familiar bottom lip . she hitches in a breath . shifts , resting on her elbow , propping herself up . giovanna draws back . watches nova through hidden eyes . ) 

… hm .

( nova eases into it in the same way she always does -- the hesitation quickly dissipates , falls away , like it was never there to begin with . nova’s no good with liking people , but this , she has experience with . )

hm ? hm .