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7:38PM, Friday
Degurechaff Apartment
Capitol City Berun, Empire
“I’m going out to meet up with Erya now!”
Tanya glanced up from the dining room table, where a large jigsaw puzzle sat half complete.
“How do I look?” Visha stood in the doorway and did a little spin.
“Ravishing.” Tanya said, before turning back to her puzzle. “And cold. Grab a jacket on your way out please. I don’t want you getting sick.”
Now then, her puzzle. She’d finally gotten a few of the more stubbornly colored pieces in place, and if she worked diligently then the rest of it should be complete by the end of the evening.
“Aww.” Visha walked over and threw her arms around Tanya’s shoulders. “You’re always so concerned.”
Tanya rolled her eyes. “I’m concerned because I’m the one who has to take care of you. Don’t forget what happened last time you got sick. I was cleaning for ages.”
“That’s an exaggeration. I only threw up once!”
“You only threw up once, yes.” Tanya sided eyed her. “It just happened to be on my shoes. And the carpet, but the shoes are more important here.”
Visha didn’t deign that with a direct response. “I won’t get sick, don’t worry about me.”
“I have to worry about you. We’re married, so it’s basically my job.” Tanya turned her attention to her puzzle once more, Visha still wrapped around her like a koala. “If nothing else, remember that we can’t have sex if you’re sick.”
Visha froze.
“…That’s a really good point.” She leaned in even closer and pecked Tanya on the cheek. “Okay! I’ll go grab a jacket really quick. I hope you don’t mind judging how it looks.”
“Have I ever minded?” Tanya gave her that half-smile, the one that never failed to send liquid heat pooling down in her belly.
“All the time actually. You always say everything looks good on me anyway, so I shouldn’t need a judge and that it’s a waste of time.”
“Well, that’s neither here nor there.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Oh? You beg?” Tanya raised an eyebrow, a sharp glint in her eye.
Color rose to Visha’s cheeks.
“Only if you insist- no!” She quickly let go and started backing away. “I have to meet up with Erya! No distracting me! Not now!”
“You were the one being distracting!” Tanya called as Visha hurriedly left the room.
She had to resist the urge to return to her puzzle immediately, knowing that the second she did so Visha would reappear in the doorway.
A few seconds went by. Then a few more.
A minute.
Tanya sighed, then reached out a hand for one of the puzzle pieces.
“Check it out!”
“Of course.” She muttered, before turning. “…Uh, that’s my jacket.”
“Doesn’t it look great?” Visha did another adorable little spin.
The thing is, it did look great. There weren’t many things more satisfying in a relationship than seeing your partner wear your clothes.
“It looks a bit tight though.” Tanya pointed out.
It was lucky that Tanya’s growth spurt had allowed her to match Visha in height, and that she’d bought the jacket a size larger on purpose, otherwise it certainly would not fit at all. As it was, there was absolutely no chance Visha would be able to zip the dark brown fleece-lined aviator all the way up.
Not that Tanya minded all too much.
“I think it fits rather well.”
“It certainly fits. You’re right about that.” Tanya looked her over for another moment, then shrugged. “Ah well, you look great as always. Though you are missing something.”
“I am?” Visha blinked.
“Come here.”
Visha did, walking over with a curious look on her face. Tanya stood from her chair as she approached, then quickly leaned in and gave her a kiss of her own.
“There, now you’re ready.” Tanya said, pulling back with a grin.
“T-tanya!” Visha tried and failed to hide her own wide smile. Belatedly, she realized Tanya had also zipped the jacket halfway up at some point. “You could have just asked me.”
Tanya hmm’d in lieu of an answer.
Visha sighed, fondness in her tone evident. “I have to head out now. We’re supposed to meet up at 8, and Erya will be upset if I’m late.”
“Hm. That’s true. I’m sure she’s rather impatient to hear more of the messy, intimate details of our relationship.”
“That’s- that’s not-”
“Oh, it’s girl’s talk, I know. You don’t have to try and hide it.” Tanya turned, though Visha knew for a fact she was smirking. “You have your Type 97, yes? And your keys?”
“Naturally.” Visha let out an amused huff, “Worrywart.”
“Name-calling is unbefitting, darling.” Tanya glanced at her watch. “As much as I’d love to continue, you probably should get going.”
She turned and held up her wrist so Visha could see the time.
“Oh, you’re right!” Visha rushed over to the dining room’s exit, pausing for a second in the doorway. “I’ll be back pretty late in the evening, but definitely before midnight! Love you! Bye!”
She left, the front door to the apartment opening and closing in quick succession.
Tanya shook her head amusedly, then moved to sit back down at the table.
Now, what section should I finish next?
-=-=-=-
9:31PM
Double Dragon Bar and Beer Hall
Capitol City Berun, Empire
The multi-level building was particularly raucous tonight, the end of the weekday signaling the beginning of the weekend’s relaxing delights. Men and women alike laughed and drank joyously, telling jokes, flirting, and even getting noticeably frisky for as long as it took for a bouncer to notice and kick them out.
All in all, it was a wonderful atmosphere to be apart of.
Visha would readily acknowledge this fact, as she sat at a corner table nursing a whiskey on the rocks. Across from her sat Erya, one of the aforementioned patrons of the Double Dragon Bar and Beer Hall that was partaking in the night’s uproarious festivities.
“And then- and then, he sidled up and whispered in my ear- Visha, are you listening?- he came up and whispered in my ear, ‘Are you a banana? Cause I wanna peel those clothes right off’!” Erya burst into laughter, her mug of beer sloshing dangerously close to the rim. She took a huge drink, then continued. “Can you believe that?! A banana! Sure, I was wearing a yellow jacket, but how could anyone think that was a good pickup line?”
Visha shook her head silently, her slight buzz making the motion feel just a tad sluggish. Other than the slight red hue to her cheeks, there was little indicator that she’d had much to drink.
Erya was a different story, her face flushed and her mannerisms unmatched in intensity.
“Like, if he wanted to call me a fruit than he should have just said so, right? And if anything, I’m not a banana, I’m a passion fruit! ‘Passion’, get it?!” Erya shook her head dramatically, then turned her attention to their table’s other occupant. “I think he was only thinkin bout his own banana really. Maybe if he were more honest he’d actually get some smoothie out of the whole thing, you know what I’m sayin? What d’ya say about that, Rhiner?”
“Ha! I’d say he’s just a jerk then!” Neumann, who they’d ran into accidentally at the bar earlier, took a swig of his own beer. “A real man says what he means with his chest! There’s no need for beating round the bush and all that; women like a man with confidence!”
“Exactly! You understand me!”
The two continued their boisterous conversation, exchanging quips and stories as their mugs of beer grew ever emptier. Meanwhile, Visha quietly finished her whiskey, then stared at the bottom of the glass with an unreadable look.
The first hour or so had been great. Beyond great, even. Erya was one of her best friends and catching up with her was always a great time. Neumann, though their meetup was unintentional, made for excellent company as well. Humor came easily to the man, a trait that worked well with Erya. Especially when she was drunk, like right now.
Really though, now all Visha could really think about was-
“I miss my wife.” Visha sighed, then slowly got to her feet. “I’m going to head home.”
“Aw, already? Why?” Erya tilted her head, almost falling out of her chair.
“I’m tipsy and I miss my wife.” Visha said, pushing her chair in and making to leave.
“Well alrighty. Be safe!” Erya waved, then tried to drink from her empty mug. “Aw man. I’m out.”
“Tell her I said hello!” Neumann called. Visha waved over her shoulder as she left.
“Hm, I’m out too. Refills?”
“Damn right.”
-=-=-=-
10:01PM
Degurechaff Apartment
Capitol City Berun, Empire
The sound of keys rattling outside the door drew Tanya’s attention. She looked up from her spot on the living room couch, her book largely forgotten.
It was the muffled cursing and the sound of keys falling to the ground that got Tanya out of her chair and opening the door.
“Visha?” She raised an eyebrow, taking in the red cheeks and slightly labored breathing of her wife. “You’re back early. Quickly, come inside.”
Visha shuffled past quietly.
Tanya closed the door and locked it. She made to turn around, but was stopped as Visha wrapped her up in a hug from behind.
“Visha? Are you alright?”
“…I missed you.”
“You… missed me.”
“Mhm. I couldn't stop thinking about you, so I left."
"Oh.” Tanya blinked, a hint of color rushing to her own cheeks. “Well, I certainly don't mind, but you should probably apologize to Erya later."
Visha buried her head in the crook of Tanya's neck. "Mm. Later."
“Yeah alright. Later.”
Tanya leaned back into the hug. Her hands clasped Visha’s own, her fingers brushing idly against the silver band around her wife’s finger. Visha reciprocated, nuzzling deeper into Tanya’s neck. She inhaled deeply, exhaling a few seconds later in an obvious sigh of relief.
Well, Tanya supposed, This is what it’s all about, then. I don’t mind.
There was no need for arguments or fighting to keep the fire going. All love needed was to be soft with one another. An equal obsession.
A boring love, you might say.
Visha and Tanya loved each other. That's all that needed to be said.