#kirydia

Kira is the big spoon and Lydia is the little spoon

They are both very outdoorsy people when they want to be and so they'll go to the beach often and flower picking when it's flower season

Lydia is a bath kind of person and she loves bath bombs and bubbles, Kira will usually leave her alone when she's taking a relaxing bath and may check in to see if Lydia needs something

They absolutely have cheesy pet names for each other, including but not limited to, bunny, sweetheart, pumpkin, daisy, love, booboo, princess

Kira loves to find things in the outdoors the remind her of Lydia, she'll bring home heart shaped rocks or sticks that remind her of her partner, leaves and flowers and pictures of cool trees, all of it reminds her of her girlfriend

Lydia loves to curl up on the couch with her feet shoved under a blanket while she studies

Kira loves to cook for Lydia but it always makes the kitchen so messy so they cook and clean together to try and minimize the mess

“Tell me everything. I mean, I don’t want to pry or make you tell me things you’re not comfortable sharing, but supernatural business keeps interrupting my attempts at… other kinds of business with Scott, so for now, I’m living vicariously through you and Malia. Spill.”

Lydia takes a second to relish the last sip of her Pomegranate Paradise smoothie, before sliding artfully off the stool she was sat on to dispose of her empty cup. Turning to face her eager friend and raising her bent arm a little to invite Kira to link hers with it and start their trek back to the parking lot, the redhead purses her lips in a contemplative expression. 

Her patience wearing thin, Kira tugs a little on the arm she’s holding onto and bounces on the balls of her feet. 

“Come on. What’s that face for? That’s your thinking face. Stop thinking and start talking, please.”

Lydia huffs an exasperated breath before speaking up.

“I’m thinking that I’ve never actually heard you talk this much in one go before. It’s interesting. How long of a dry spell are we talking about? Just for science.”

“Long. Now quit stalling. I saw your car parked outside the deputy’s apartment building last night. You’ve been holding out on me. So, spill the deets. Just for science.” 

Lydia raises an approving eyebrow at the other girl for taking her words and throwing them back at her effortlessly. It appears that copious amounts of caffeine coupled with some good ol’ sleep deprivation have loosened the kitsune’s tongue considerably. She files that piece of information away for later investigation and carefully unhooks her arm from Kira’s to start fishing for her car keys in her purse. 

“There’s nothing to spill. I asked Jordan to teach me how to fight, and he’s following through. Last night was our first session,” Lydia replies without looking up, a frown marring her forehead when she can’t locate her keys.

“He’s teaching you how to fight? Like what, hand-to-hand combat?” 

Kira clasps her hands behind her back, registering Lydia’s responding nod with a quiet hum of her own. A cheeky smile curls around her lips, as the girl lays eyes on the man leaning against Lydia’s car, uniform-clad arm raised in a polite wave. 

Glancing at her friend and making sure Lydia’s attention is still trained on the contents of her purse and unaware of the deputy-in-question’s presence within earshot, Kira continues. 

“Fighting warrants some physical contact. Don’t tell me nothing more happened.” 

She knows Kira can’t see her face, but that doesn’t stop her from rolling her eyes at the suggestive lilt in her friend’s voice. Frustration from not being able to find her damn keys and being at the end of her rope with Kira’s curiosity are what Lydia would later blame for what she says next.

“If you must know, I wound up pressed against his rather impressive package for all of five seconds, and it was glorious.”

Unaware of her friend’s widening grin, Lydia goes on, “But that’s it. I hate to disappoint you, but you’re gonna have to try Malia for a more sizzling story to assuage your apparently raging libido, honey.” 

Kira knows there’s a jab at her person hidden somewhere in those words, but she couldn’t care less. Because the kitsune can tell the exact moment Jordan Parrish realizes they are talking about him. She can tell because the arm that was previously raised to wave at the girls in greeting, is now bent at a slightly awkward angle to rub at his neck instead, a blush beginning to form at the skin peeking out of the collar of his uniform. 

Coincidentally, it is at the exact same moment that Lydia decides to abandon her relentless query for her keys and lifts her head to lay quickly widening eyes on the person leaning against her car. 

Oh boy.

She can see a potent mix of amusement and interest sparkling in his green eyes, even as his cheeks are tainted red in embarrassment. Lydia is perfectly still, her body rooted to the spot, as her brain struggles to catch up with what just happened.  

Meanwhile, Kira barely manages to stop an amused laugh from spilling past her lips and unclasps her hands to bring them forward from behind her back. Flashing Parrish a friendly smile, the girl turns towards her paralyzed friend and raises her left hand, car keys dangling from her index finger.

“Looking for these?”