#gemmadevon

Devon to Gemma - Vita to Virginia

There’s a coat too many in Devon’s new hallway. Pink, tiny, liable to make any granny coo. “You have a kid,” Gemma says. She doesn’t know how to feel about that. “You don’t want kids.” She reconsiders. “Didn’t. Did you?”

Devon looks like she’s seen a ghost, like she’d forgotten. “It’s been so long,” she says and her voice breaks.

Or: things you don't remember.

Day 3 of sapphic severance week, prompt: unrequited

Word count: 3618

Rating: T

Summary:

“What would you teach?” Gemma asked as she sat down on a chair, gesturing for Devon to sit next to her. She seemed genuinely interested.

“Probably, like, how to survive a zombie apocalypse.” Devon sat down. “You know, useful stuff.”

“Now who’s the nerd?” Gemma said with a small grin on her lips. Devon shoved their shoulders together, feeling the heat even through the fabric.

Excerpt:

Devon was in love, and she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

It started one day when she was visiting Mark at his job. The idiot had forgotten his briefcase at home, and thus the lecture planning for the day. Devon, with a key to his home, was of course the go-to person for him to call to go and get it.

“You should just make your planning digital,” she said, throwing the case on his desk and receiving a panicked yelp from him as his coffee cup almost tumbled to the floor. “Then you wouldn’t need to use me as a pack mule.”

Mark grabbed onto it, putting it in a safer position and smoothing his hands over the top. “You have to admit I look a lot cooler walking around with a briefcase, though.”

“You actually look very stupid, but that’s none of my business.” Devon grinned at him, and he just shook his head.