jenny thought of v often. that was, in fact, the reason she was so irritated at the moment. her room's wonky thermostat had robbed her of her nightly allotted thinking-of-veronica time. and having the real v was better, sure, but in a devastating way. but, it also derailed jenny's determination to pretend they didn't share a history. the blonde let her lip curl in a pout, eyes tracking veronica's movements. it was glaringly obvious she wasn't the only bothered party. but veronica's reaction to it was different.. the other woman was putting on an act, and jenny saw right through it. but because jenny was doing the same, she kept her mouth shut. chose to ignore the growing tension in the room. veronica's quip brought a scoff out her throat. jenny was rolling her eyes hard. keeping this pretense was getting more difficult by the second. "what makes you say that?" the line was delivered with pure coldness. jenny was sending a very specific message. NOTHING HAPPENED. except it had. when she walked to the other side of the bed and slipped beneath the sheets, she could feel the flush blooming across her face was betraying her. "i want a pillow between us," she muttered. it was downright callous, but beaing mean had always been jenny's go-to defense mechanism; the only thing she had left to help her with how desperately she missed v.
the sharpest of pains crossed v’s heart with that question. it was still as raw as the first time it happened; the gaslighting still cut as deep and v felt like her heart was going to combust from the rollercoaster of it all. in actuality, v was quite angry about it all- the one eighty of going from extremely hot to extremely cold did more damage than she ever thought was possible. it wasn’t even like they were ever together, or serious, and yet it hurt all just the same. instead of responding, v pursed their lips- a blow up did not feel like the best thing for either of them, especially when they had another long day ahead of them. maybe tomorrow, maybe never, but tonight just wasn’t the time- or maybe v just wasn’t in the mood to fight this one out, even if she has been rehearsing all the things she’s been wanting to say in her head for the last few weeks. “princess gets whatever princess wants,” v muttered as they obliged to the request, putting the pillow between them with a bit of aggression, chopping it in the middle to add a physical exclamation point. “happy?” v did their best to match jenny’s energy, feeling themselves becoming more heated as the intensity grew. many sighs followed as v crossed their arms over their chest, staring up at the ceiling, half praying that sleep would overtake them immediately or that the room would swallow them up- whichever came first. “why does this feel like the most we’ve spoken in weeks?” inside thoughts turned into outside words. v couldn’t purse her lips any longer as they became looser and looser the more her emotions took over. “do you always stop talking to any person that's ever eaten you out?”
