breakable heaven

“i’m so sorry for my distraction.” she moves to tuck her book back in her bag. “i suppose, if you’re finished, maybe i could treat you to some coffee?”

“Mm, it’s a welcome distraction, I guess.” Ainsley teases as she mirrors the other brunette’s actions, tucking her forgotten homework back into her backpack. “Coffee sounds good, let’s do it.” 

“Oh God, please don’t tell me about any of the fun that you two have been having. Nope, nuh uh, don’t wanna hear it.” She mockingly covers her ears and closes her eyes for a moment before grinning and pulling them away. Fuck. Sydnee would push about this. In fact, she somehow always seemed to know what buttons to push and in what order. Double fuck. “Uh… You uh… You remember Riley? The uh, highway patrol cop?” She scratched her chin awkwardly, needing to look anywhere but Sydnee’s direction. “Well we uh… We’re kind of… A thing. No labels yet but… A thing. And stuff.”

Sydnee laughs warmly at Jack’s mocking with a playful roll of her eyes. “Fine, but you’re missing out on some pretty hot details. Your loss,” she jokes back. But she momentarily forgets all about her own relationship gossip when Jack lets on that she has at least a little bit of her own, something she would never want to miss out on. “Oh my god, Jack!” she exclaims excitedly. “No fucking way! Get it.” She chuckles at herself and lets her tone even out to something more serious. “I’m so happy for you, for real. Are you happy with the no labels right now? Tell me more about her.” 

                                             you must be new. something about the others tone in the way those few words slipped from her tongue… left a DISTASTE against margot’s taste buds. while some may bite back, or silently turn their knees to their side of the car, gaze out the window, and simply DROP this blunt conversation… margot didn’t. instead, the woman’s lids closed in the evening light. a chuckle rose from her throat,  “  here and there. certainly not here. ”  it was true. the woman had recently spent a few years of her life in new york. the BIG apple … some would call. before that ? brussels was her other origin of schooling. half of her family lived in bristol, and margot had been born in paris. what a cultured life. it certainly left a mark of lavishness on the tip of her tongue. 

“  its just not my cup of tea. ”  she wasn’t a PRUDE. just one who wasn’t afraid of mentioning what she liked, and didn’t. as for everyone else; to each their own.  “  oh, don’t be so tense. it’s just an uber ride. ”  - and as IF she could fit a canister of fabreeze in her chanel clutch. that ALONE was laughable. especially because if she could, she wouldn’t. there were about eight-thousand OTHER objects she’d carry along with her before such.  “ –and you ? ”  it was without malice. though eyes were direct, unafraid of the contact.  “  because you smell as if you bathe in it, that means you originate from here.. ? . take me under you arm and teach me the ways of a local angel of the city dipped in patchouli and cannabis. i beg of you. ”  a hint of sarcasm, and a cheeky grin stretched on her lips. 

The blonde’s chuckle made Sean look up from her phone and back towards the woman sitting beside her. She gave her a quick nod at the confirmation that she indeed was new here--it wasn’t a hard thing to pick up on after living in the city of angels for nearly two decades now. “That’s fair, to each their own,” Sean started while shifting a bit in her seat. “But it does come off as a bit entitled that you’re so outwardly rude to a total stranger about it.” She had the patience for a lot of things, but “the-world-revolves-around-me” attitude was definitely not one of them. 

“I moved here from Colorado in my twenties, so like, a lifetime ago,” Sean replied with a laugh, mostly to herself. She wasn’t really sure why she was telling her this, knowing the woman most likely couldn’t really give a damn--but she was high, and then came the too much talking. “I just work in the industry, that’s why I smell like it.” The brunette can’t help but return her grin with a smirk of her own at the sarcastic remark. Her fellow ride sharer did have a point--it was just an Uber ride, why not just have fun with it and not ruin the high? “Something tells me you’re not the type to actually beg very often.” 

Face flushed, CJ still feels the imprint of Sydnee’s back burning against the front of her body from their time dancing. There’s a wide smile, equal parts from alcohol and Sydnee in general, on her face. She flings an arm up in the air to get the bartender’s attention. Her shirt’s ridden up, and she only knows that cause the girl next to her points it out to her, then follows up with eyes. She doesn’t stray away, knows her shark of a beautiful girlfriend will be baring teeth the moment she sees. And, fuck, CJ loves feeling wanted by Sydnee. So, she plays it up, lets her shoulder brush against the girl’s and answers some shallow questions with Yeah, I’m from the area. No, it’s actually my first time here at Retro, she lies, the words slurred.

When Sydnee comes back, CJ’s heart flutters in her chest. Toned arms are around her girlfriend instantly, the random girl already forgotten. “Missed you more, babygirl,” she replies within seconds, hands coming down to fall at the curve of Sydnee’s ass, squeezing and pulling her up in the process. The added height allows CJ to kiss her all that deeper, eventually her hands coming to rest at the small of Sydnee’s back, dropping the shorter girl back down. With her arms still around Sydnee, she presses her nose against the other blonde’s cheek to leave a kiss, mouth now closer to her ear. “Can we do one more song? I’m huuungry,” she complains, digs her hands underneath Sydnee’s shirt, nails digging into her side to be cutesy while waiting for their new drinks. 

Sydnee drunkenly giggles into CJ’s lips and moves one hand to tangle in her girlfriend’s hair as she’s lifted off the floor. She lets the rest of the bar fade away, the feeling of CJ’s hands gripping her ass and their lips pressed together the only things grounding her to reality.  Beaming up at the other blonde when her feet return to the ground, Sydnee keeps her body pressed up against CJ’s and nods in response to her question. “I’ve got one more song in me,” she starts, grinning proudly. She stands up on her tiptoes to loud-whisper back into her ear. “Are you actually hungry? Or just like...hungry for me?” A laugh slips through Sydnee’s lips at the slurred out wording of her own question before she presses a kiss to CJ’s jaw. “I’m feeling both.” 

“oh yes.” quinn starts, her eyebrows raising. “that’s what i do now, don’t you know? just follow girls around the library, hoping they’ll give me some attention.”

“I’m not insinuating you follow girls around. Just me,” Ainsley shoots back with a smug grin. “Duh...But seriously, what’re you up to? You took me out of the homework zone so I’ll be pissed if you tell me you’re deadset on staying here.” 

“No! Oh god, what would I even do there? Besides geek out. You’d be too embarrassed to let me through the damn door.” Jack chuckled before showing Sydnee her keys that were attached to a lanyard. A silver D20 key-chain hung from it. “First off, this is either your best friend or your enemy. But don’t worry, we can go over the fates of the dice gods later.” Taking a sip of her pop, Jack looked over at the other woman and smirked. “You two. I never would have thought but I mean… Clearly blondes do have all the fun.” She shakes her hair with a grin before cupping her chin in her palm. “I’m glad you’re happy though. I’d kill her if not.” Jack choked mid-sip of her drink when Sydnee asked her how she was. “Oh you know… Nothing… Out of the ordinary. Pfft. I’m boring. Let’s get back to you.” Smooth. Real smooth Jack.

“Dude, I do not get embarrassed about that shit. That’s what conventions are for!” Sydnee laughs, and then focusses her attention on what Jack’s showing her. She nods and tries to retain the information. “Luck of the dice, got it. I’ll be ready to learn it all.” Sydnee can’t help but grin when her friend teases her a little about CJ. “We have the most fun, for sure. I promise you have nothing to worry about, she’s literally a dream,” she gushes. Her brows furrow at Jack’s reaction, noticing that something is definitely off there. “Mm, I don’t think so,” she starts, tone light though she’s definitely about to push. “Doesn’t sound like nothing, babe. Is everything okay?”

Marra understands all too well the difference between pursuing a one-night stand and the kind of pressure that comes from going for someone you’re really into. The feeling (and anticipation) of taking that first step with someone new paled in comparison, in all aspects, to any casual fling, at least in her experience. So she empathizes with Aidan, allowing her friend to fidget and meander in peace without persecution. Even Marra, for as bold and inappropriate as she knows she can be, there’s a time and place for poking fun and this was not it. Instead, she beams with a hint of pride in her eyes, grateful that Aidan (with a little encouragement) is talking openly about someone who is so clearly very special.

“That sounds, like, literal goals,” Marra gushes, hands flailing freely as she uses them to emphasize. “Please, after all the times I’ve talked your poor ears off about the ladies in my life? You’re hardly rambling. And you know I’m always all ears.” Taking her turn taking another hit, knowing it’s probably unwise but doing it anyways, she returns to a new state of comfort, sitting criss-cross on the couching and facing her body fully at Aidan. “I don’t think I know her food truck, but since the new game, I’ve been spending most of my meals in the studio. Sounds like I might have to do some recon on this cartoony cutie soon.” Marra pauses, digests a thought, and smirks at Aidan. “If you guys ever watch anything I’ve worked in, just know that’s my spirit demanding you to get your mack on, okay? I’m putting that out into the universe right now.”

Aidan shifts her body to mirror Marra’s so she can face her friend. The hit starts to bring the initial anxiety of talking about her feelings down, and she is able to relax more into their conversation. She shoots Marra an eyebrow raise and a grin of approval when the blonde takes another hit. “You definitely should check it out. She’s in this area a lot...I kind of feel like much more so since we started hanging out, but...that might just be my lesbian wishful thinking,” Aidan says with a chuckle and feels heat rise in her cheeks. She takes the bong back from her friend and lets it rest in her lap while she listens to Marra, laughing and rolling her eyes. “Alright, alright. I’ll take it as a sign if that ever happens. Maybe it’ll score me some points if I know a voice actor on one of her favorite shows.” 

“oh, sweet girl,” quinn croons. her hand reaches out and carefully brushes a stray tendril from aisley’s eyes. “you bring out a lot in me.”

ainsley had always reminded her of french girls. maybe it’s the sweet slope of her jaw. her petite nose. the way her eyes reminded her of chocolate paired with the sweet rosé of her lips. or maybe it’s just the vision of seeing the girl with the eiffel tower behind her, the moment they’d first kissed. it was a little piece of home in the big city, and she found a comfort in it. 

Ainsley rolls her eyes playfully at Quinn’s words and captures her bottom lip between her teeth at the feeling of gentle fingers just barely grazing her forehead. “Believe me, I know I do. That’s what makes this so fun, Q.” She winks before leaning back in her chair with a grin still playing at her lips. “So, what brings you to the library today? Or are you stalking me?” she teases, narrowing her eyes at Quinn. 

I got yours too. Of course I meant it, Z. - - the conformation, twined with the rush of knowing that aidan read her gram sent a pounding to her heart. zena had a breathy laugh leave her lips at the mention of the other one, so she retrieved the gram that CJ wrote from her. “ does this ring any bells?” she asked with a soft tone, holding it out to the other. “i’ve been there before. well, obviously - - me being a lightweight and all.” she rolled her eyes jokingly. she bit down on her lower lip, trying too hard not to be too obvious with her heart eye gaze - - figuring it might border on too creepy, but the tone of the night paired with her increasing buzz was all but causing her thoughts to be only on making a move. all those nights, stoned on the couch, snuggling watching cartoon network - sitting in the toon truck, goofing around with the different experiments, playing with the puppy - - all of it. she took a deep breath, and quickly blurted out a “ do you want - - uh, you want to dance?” her eyes widened, almost like she was scared she just said something so offensive . but still, her body urged her to keep on… remembering her little mantra she wrote to aidan. so, she took a rather large step forward, holding out her hand… wanting nothing more than to have the courage to kiss the pair of lips belonging to the woman whom kept her thoughts so busy, the woman standing mere inches away from her. her voice dipped shyly, “that is… if you aren’t busy?” 

Fucking CJ, Aidan thought, recognizing her best friend’s signature pencil-scrawled handwriting on the gram even in the low-light of Retro. I’ve been so afraid to tell you how I feel, but I’m not afraid anymore. I like you.  She looks at Zena with a guilty grin. “Um...as true as the message in that one really is,” Aidan starts, gesturing towards it. “I didn’t write that. CJ loves to meddle when I like someone. I’m really sorry, on her behalf,” she says with a chuckle and subconsciously steps closer to Zena when she takes in the sight of her biting her lip. With everything on the table between them, and the way the other brunette is looking at her, she’s ready to make a move whenever the time feels right. “But that beautiful poem was all me.” A soft smile spreads across Aidan’s face at both of Zena’s questions and she’s quick to take her hand in hers. “Never too busy for you.” Tugging her gently forward, Aidan drops Zena’s hand in favor of draping her arm around her shoulders and tucking her close to her side. “Especially not on Valentine’s Day.” She finishes the beer in her hand and sets the empty can down on the bar before guiding the two of them onto the dance floor. The bartender’s hands rest comfortably on the small of Zena’s back once they make a spot for themselves amongst the crowd, and there’s less than an inch separating them now. “I can’t really dance, just a warning,” Aidan jokes into Zena’s ear as she starts swaying as best as she can to the song booming through the speakers. “Maybe you should take the lead with that.”

“that’s one way to put it,” her eyes flick over the girl, holding back a laugh at her reaction, and watching as the space between them lessens. 

“funny, i was going to say the same thing about you.” her head tilts, eyes flickering down to ainsley’s lips with a lingering moment, before she sits back. “but maybe that’s just american heiresses.”

“Maybe I just bring that out in my French girls,” Ainsley muses with a grin, not missing the brief glance Quinn took towards her lips. She brings her pencil up to tap thoughtfully against her chin as she considered the brunette in front of her. “Maybe us heiresses just make a good match.” 

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Jack rolled her eyes, practically inhaling the pizza. She was on break from work and had just enough time to see her fave goofball of a streamer and then go back to work. So downing pizza by the slice was a good way to go. “God… I can’t even begin to describe how much I want to go to a con one day. It just sounds like a lot of fun. I really want to meet the people from that one show. Where they stream Dungeons and Dragons. With all the voice actors… Can’t think of it though.” Grabbing another slice, she looked over at Sydnee. “So buttercup, what’s new in your life? Besides the press and the fans constantly hounding ya?”

“You should totally come with me next time I have one to go to! And we can definitely make it our mission to get you to meet anyone you wanna meet,” Sydnee gushed with genuine excitement. “You’ll have to help me get some base knowledge on D&D though so I don’t make, like, a fool of myself. I know nothing.” She laughed and finished off another slice. “Not much! I’ve been apartment hunting, as much as I wanna live in my CJ U-Haul bubble forever,” she jokes. “But I miss my cats so much. They’ve been staying with my parents until I find my own place.” Sydnee finishes up her diet coke and smiles at Jack. “What about you? Any life updates?”