basicallyido407 and chrissy/simone ficlet
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a/n- based off another text postÂ
Dinner with the parents.Â
Simoneâs favourite time of the day. The forced laughter that she was getting really good at and the loving looks she had practiced sending to the boy sitting next to her. She held no animosity towards him, of course not; Marcel was one of her closest friends. But it was never really fun to pretend to be in love with him.
âAre you two staying the night again?â Her motherâs tone was light and joyous as she gazed around the table, directing her question the boy beside Simone and the girl sitting across from her. She made eye contact with said girl, who was cuddled up beneath her brotherâs arm and smiled lightly.Â
âIf you donât mind, of course.â Chrissy smiled back at Simone, reserved and polite. But the British girl didnât miss the sparkle in those brown eyes as a socked foot tapped the top of her toes.Â
Marcel sat a little straighter, glancing down at Simone and drawing her eyes up to him. Out of sight of the girlâs parents, he rolled his eyes dramatically before pulling a sweet smile. âI would love to,â he said, voice dripping with the kind of lovingness that parents would adore.Â
Simone focused on keeping a straight face, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Marcelâs cheek. Blue eyes were already set on hers when she glanced to her brother and she had to stop her laughter at the glare she received.Â
A kick to her shin had a yelp jumping from her throat and she hurried to cough, smacking her own chest as if she had something in her throat. âExcuse me!â she squeaked at her fatherâs confused look and Scott cleared his throat to hide his own smug grin. She kicked him back and Chrissy smacked her foot back to the carpet with a pointed look of: âBehave.âÂ
She smiled innocently before turning to her parents as Scott asked: âIs that okay?â They both nodded as Scott and Simoneâs mother rose to gather their clean plates. Marcel stood to help her.
âYou four know the rules,â their father said, nodding in response to his sonâs question. âNo boys in Simoneâs room, no girls in Scottâs.âÂ
All four nodded, holding back wide grins as they all thanked the older woman for their dinner. âGotcha, Dad,â Scott said, pulling Chrissy tightly to his side. âWe wouldnât dream of it.â
They all hurried to help clear the table, Marcel speaking sweetly to Simoneâs mother about the food and Chrissy pushing all the chairs in. As soon as she was done, she practically gravitated to Simoneâs side. With both parents in the kitchen, the girl was able to safely grab her real girlfriend by the waist and press a lightning-fast kiss to her lips.Â
âStop making your brother jealous,â she murmured as she pulled away and cast an irritated look towards the kitchen doorway. âHe was digging his nails into my damn side the whole time.âÂ
Simone couldnât help her smile, giggle falling from her mouth despite how hard she tried to stop it. With a small shrug, she rubbed her thumb over her girlfriendâs hip gently. âSorry, babe,â she cooed, before taking her hand. She raised her voice as Scott peeked out of the doorway. âChrissy and I will be upstairs!â she called, before practically running towards the hallway. With Chrissy in tow, she rushed upstairs to her bedroom, pushing her laughing girlfriend into the room and pulling the door shut. She flopped onto her mattress and beckoned Chrissy to follow.Â
Begrudgingly, she did, crawling onto the mattress with her pout and allowing Simone to yank her flat on her side. âScottyâs an ass,â she said and Chrissy grunted in agreement. With a laugh, Simone pressed her hands to her girlfriendâs face. âDonât be maaad,â she sung. âHeâs harmless!âÂ
âMy hip says otherwise,â Chrissy grumbled and Simone couldnât stop herself from sweeping in and kissing her. She slid a hand over Chrissyâs hip. When she pulled back, there was no hiding her cheeky grin as she clambered clumsily on top of Chrissy.Â
âGuess Iâll have to kiss it better then,â she teased and, at that, Chrissy couldnât help her own laugh.Â
âShe does it only to piss me off!â Scott accused as he shut the door behind him. Marcel had already made himself comfortable on the boyâs desk chair, snickering as Scott paced back and forth. âShe knows that it makes me mad and she does it anyway!âÂ
Marcel snickered, coughing over it at Scottâs angry glare. âScott, chill,â he said, pushing onto his feet and meeting his boyfriend in the centre of the room. âYou canât be jealous of your sister,â he told him, pressing a hand to his face and smiling. âSheâs gayer than you are.âÂ
âShe is not,â Scott muttered, resting his hand over the top of Marcelâs. He let out a soft sigh and leaned into his boyfriendâs touch. âNot if she keeps fuckinâ kissing you on the fuckinâ cheek ând shit.âÂ
Marcel laughed, slipping his hand around to rest of the small of his boyfriendâs back. âSheâs the best actor of all four of us,â he reminded him and swooped in to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. âIf she wasnât, we wouldnât be able to have this.âÂ
Scott grunted, curling fingers in Marcelâs shirt and tugging him close in search of another kiss. Marcel only smiled, pulling Scott back towards the edge of the bed. âItâs still annoying,â he complained.Â
With another sharp tug, Marcel conceded. He held Scott against him, allowing the boy to press their mouths together. That familiar shiver of comfort and happiness rolled down his spine and he squeezed his arms around the back of Scottâs waist.Â
âShower?â he mumbled, pressing the words against Scottâs lips as the blonde hummed happily.Â
âShower,â he agreed, before pressing both hands to his boyfriendâs cheeks and kissing him like heâd been wanting to all hour.