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In This House We

SAN JUNIPERO. accepting.

    easy, she says, and she has to stop herself from laughing. that’s what this has always been, hasn’t it? easy. a little too much, actually, by the sounds of things, because now they have to figure out where it is they stand and– well, she knows from experience that things could ( probably will, knowing her track record ) go from easy to complicated as all hell real fast. 

    becky isn’t normally one for nerves, for butterflies, for whatever it is that trails its fingers across the back of her neck now and tries to send a shiver through her. then again, it’s been a damn long while since she last felt like she connected with anybody– and it’s there, isn’t it? obvious as anything, bright as day? something. 

    something good. 

    something that doesn’t have to turn all of this good into a big fucking mess. 

    that’s the push she needs. becky takes the small step forward, cuts through all of that thinly veiled flirting they’ve been doing for the past… too damn long, and kisses her. it’s a little gentler than nell might’ve expected, she doesn’t doubt, but that doesn’t make it weak. once she’s sure nell isn’t about to pull away– and even if she does now, it’ll be a shame, but becky won’t stop her– her hand settles at her neck, and her eyes fall closed.