Say Cheese

Coco knew she looked good. She wasn’t bragging when she said it, it wasn’t an act of arrogance, it was just a fact of life. Like the sky was blue or the grass was green. It was indisputable. Another fact of life was regardless of how many people had told her that in her lifetime, hearing it from Velvet still made her smile brighter than when her father had gotten her the pony for her seventh birthday. And she’d loved that pony more than life itself.

“Well, I had to make sure I wasn’t completely outdone by you today, didn’t I?” Honestly, if she didn’t think it’d scare her to death, Coco was more than willing to just cancel the date and tell Velvet to get that cute little butt back inside for some proper fun. Given that she very much preferred the older woman alive, she supposed the planetarium was a decent enough first step. She’d waited this long, Velvet was more than worth waiting a little longer.

Looping her arm through the other brunette’s, Coco didn’t care that Velvet didn’t know where they were going as she let her lead the way. She could take over once they were outside, for now, this just felt right.

“I hope you’re excited.”

Excited didn’t even begin to cover the amount of emotions that were running through him at this very moment, Velvet adjusting the hem of his shirt with his free arm. This was going to be so fucking much, but in a good way? Did that even make sense? He wasn’t sure that he cared, the tint to his cheeks already coming forward in full fruition from the subtle compliment from the wondrous woman. 

“I would say so!” Velvet began the trek out of the apartment building, ready to see what this woman had planned for their evening. Knowing the fact that Coco had bought him an entire apartment for Christmas, simply so that he could have a better studio, Velvet truly hoped that she hadn’t gone too far out tonight. Not that he wouldn’t appreciate it! It was just a bit overwhelming. 

Whatever Coco had planned, Velvet was just excited to be doing it with her.

“I have someone else’s sweat on me, Velvs,” And not in the fun way, “I’m well aware of how strong the word is. And yet, still applies.” She could handle her own sweat. At the gym, where it served a purpose, and the promise of a shower was just around the corner. She could even handle someone else’s sweat, if only in a more amorous setting. What she could not handle was the sweat of some gutter punk, who gods knew when the last time he showered, all down her front because the drunken idiot didn’t understand personal space.

Still, as justified in her prissiness as she felt, Coco would kick herself later if she ruined this for the older brunet, “I guess it could be worse though.”

Objectively, Coco knew that not all the music was awful, and she was sure that if she tried hard enough, she might even find something in the program that appealed to her, but given just how unsanitary the event was, she was having just the tiniest amount of trouble trying to seek out the positive. Beyond time spent with Velvet.

Now if she just had a damned moist towelette.

“It’s all part of the experiene!” Velvet was always finding the positive in everything. There was nothing in this universe that could change this about her, it was just the disposition that she had because of her upbringing. When you didn’t grow up with a lot, there were few directions that your personality could go. Velvet was just... easily happy. A optimist in the truest sense of the word. 

She snapped a picture of a guy as he puked. 

Human’s were a truly fascinating species. 

  “Don’t you think these flowers brighten the place up?”

Milling about in a large field in the hot, artificial sun, surrounded by sweaty bodies and what she was quickly realizing was not a skunk, was definitely not Coco’s idea of a good time. What was, however, was making sure Velvet had a good time. And Velvet had wanted to go to the festival. She’d tried to suggest something else, a movie, a play, even going off world to an actually decent, professional concert. And then her girlfriend had turned those big eyes on her. One look at that pout and she was gone.

The worst part was that Velvet knew it.

Hence their little trip to the land of the hippies and BO. She was going to be taking several showers once she returned home, searing hot to boil away the germs. The only question was whether or not she could convince Velvet to join her. And if not, perhaps one cold shower as well.

“Babe, why do you hate me?”

@scarlvtina

Velvet was among her people. She had been looking forward to this festival since much before when her and the woman of her dreams got together, but being able to share this experience with Coco was something that Velvet was truly thankful for. 

Coco on the other hand was very much not thankful, this fact being very obvious to anyone who watched the way that she moved through the crowd. Stilted and slightly taken aback, trying to pretend that she was having a little bit of fun for Velvet’s sake, and you know what? Velvet was fine with that. It meant that she could actually get the pictures that she came here for, sell them to some tabloids and then go home. 

As much as she enjoyed the rough edges of the music festival, there was only so much of it she could take. Velvet smiled at the way that her stomach still danced a little when Coco called her ‘babe’.