love me harder
“Screw you and everything that you stand for,” she mumbled from underneath the white fabric, her voice slightly muffled.
“Nah, that’s your job,” the brunette remarked.
“Goooood morning!” There was a rap on the door to Chastity’s room before it was flung open scarcely a pause later to reveal the beaming eighteen year old. “Isn’t it a lovely day? The sun’s actually shining for once!” Tatiana remarked as she entered the room, balancing a tray in her hands.
Chastity groaned and buried her head underneath her pillow. “Screw you and everything that you stand for,” she mumbled from underneath the white fabric, her voice slightly muffled.
“Nah, that’s your job,” the brunette remarked as she stepped further into the room, gingerly taking a seat on the bed beside her girlfriend, who remained bundled under the comforters. “Aw, wake up, it’s already eight!”
There was a noise of protest from under the sheets.
“It’s sunny outside,” Tatiana added.
“You’ve already mentioned that,” replied Chastity.
“I brought breakfast?” Tatiana added, tapping the fork she’d brought against the plate as proof.
There was a pause and then Chastity emerged reluctantly, opening one green eye suspiciously. “Oh, you did?” she remarked in surprise and then sat up, pushing her red hair out of her face. For a moment, Tatiana was jealous of how nice the other’s hair looked so early in the morning, but she pushed that thought aside and instead passed over the tray.
The pancakes that she’d made earlier sat layered on the tray, and Chastity picked up the fork and gingerly took a bite of one of them. She paused, her eyes widening slightly as she chewed.
“How is it?” Tatiana asked anxiously.
For a moment, she thought that she saw something akin to panic pass through the other’s eyes, but it was gone just as quickly. “Perfect,” Chastity managed. “I’m a bit thirsty, actually. Would you mind getting me a glass of orange juice?”
Tatiana beamed. “I can do that!” She exited the room hurriedly back to the kitchen.
In the meantime, Chastity nearly gagged on the mushy pancakes that she’d been fed but reluctantly forced herself to eat another bite anyway.
“And we danced all night to the best song ever-“
“How many times are you going to listen to this, Tatty?” Chas complained, frowning at the radio station. She flicked her wand and the dial moved to something slower with a saxophone, but from the driver’s seat, the brunette huffed and changed it back.
“As many times as it takes for you to learn to love it,” she answered smoothly, her hazel eyes evenly on the road.
“You’re going to have to play it forever, then,” Chastity remarked with a bit of a smirk as she lifted an eyebrow at the other witch. “Because I’m not going to learn to love it.”
“We’ll see about that,” Tatiana answered smoothly, and then, without taking her eyes off of the road, she flicked her wand and the volume dial turned rapidly, increasing the volume greatly.
Chastity groaned and buried her head in her hands in the passenger seat.
Tatiana Penvrane hated the beach for several reasons – and aside of her distaste of sand that got everywhere, it was also the fact that her girlfriend always got sunburned badly. Chastity had been complaining about getting her back entirely sunburned after spending the morning at the beach, and now that they’d returned home, the witch went straight to get aloe vera from the medicine cabinet.
“Take off your shirt,” she told the other matter-of-factly.
“No complaints there,” Chastity replied as she pulled the fabric off of her shoulders.
Tatiana moved around to the redhead’s back and critically surveyed the red skin. Chastity cast a glance over her shoulder at what the taller witch was doing and then grinned abruptly. “You know, if you wanted to admire me without clothes on, all you needed to do was ask,” she pointed out smugly.
“Shh, I’m trying to heal you,” Tatty replied as she pulled up a chair and carefully began lathering aloe on the other’s back. “How do you even manage to burn so badly?”
“It’s the curse of being ginger,” Chastity replied dolefully, “In return for being able to steal the souls of the innocent, I have to suffer being burned by the sun every time I leave the house.”
Tatiana only snorted and continued layering on the aloe vera.
It was half past seven and Chastity wasn’t back yet, but Tatiana didn’t think she needed to worry. The shorter witch had recently begun field work instead of desk work, and the return time for that tended to be a lot less predictable than the classic nine to five.
Finally, the door opened, and a somewhat exhausted looking Chastity entered. “I was out on three cases today,” she announced as she looped her scarf off of her shoulders. “Three!” She kicked off her shoes and rubbed the back of her neck, making her way into the living room where Tatiana was watching TV.
“Have you eaten yet?” Tatty inquired, casting her eyes away from the television to glance in concern at the redhead.
Chastity nodded. “What are you watching?”
“Doctor Who,” Tatiana answered promptly. “The new season’s quite good, actually. Do you want to watch it – Oi!”
Chastity had gone and flopped herself onto the couch, half on the cushions and half on her girlfriend. “What?” she inquired innocently, “This is comfortable.”
Tatiana huffed but didn’t move. “Just this one time, Hamilton-Reed,” she allowed it after a moment, leaning back and draping an arm over the other’s shoulders as they settled down again.
Chastity was on the hunt for a cat.
There had been a meow that afternoon, and at first she’d shrugged it off because Tatiana had claimed it was because she’d left the television on. And then about ten minutes ago, there had been another meow and she knew that this time it wasn’t the TV.
She was on her hands and knees in Tatty’s room, trying to locate the source, when finally she pulled open the closet and recoiled as a ball of fur hissed and leaped past her. “TATIANA PENVRANE!” she called down the hall.
The brunette sped in and immediately scooped up the cat, which was quivering in the corner at the shock. “Don’t yell, you’ll startle her!”
“Her? Where exactly did she even come from?” Chastity gestured broadly to the cat and then glared at it.
“Okay, I found her outside the hospital, and then maintenance said that they were going to call the shelter and take her away so I may have, er, misled them a bit and told them that the cat was mine,” Tatiana babbled hurriedly.
Chastity gaped. “Why would you do that?”
“Aww, come on, look at her! She’s so precious, she wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“That’s what you said about Lancelot,” Chastity grumbled.
Tatiana pouted. “Can we keep her? Please? I don’t want to have to take her to a shelter where no one’s going to love her!”
For a moment, the former Keeper glanced between the furry light gray cat that was regarding her curiously and at the other woman who was giving her the best puppy-dog eyes that she could muster. After a moment, Chastity cursed under her breath and sighed. “Fine. But if she’s anything like Lancelot, she’s not allowed to stay.”
“She won’t be, will you, Guinevere?” Tatiana cooed delightedly, wrapping her arms around the cat and exiting the room.
Chastity bit back another sigh. “Am I going to be second place to the cat now?” she called to Tatty’s retreating back.
She hadn’t expected an answer, but Tatiana returned quickly and planted a quick kiss on the redhead’s cheek. “Of course not.”
“I’d forgotten how much I loved chocolate,” Tatiana mused as she licked her ice cream cone.
“You had chocolate, like, yesterday,” Chastity pointed out.
“Good point,” the brunette conceded after a moment before holding out her ice cream. Chastity took it and exchanged it with her own mint chocolate chip ice cream, and they both stared in contented silence at the playground.
Their other hands were entwined on the bench between them, warm fingers entangled under the summer sun as the shouts of children around them grew louder when a small group of boys began to play tag around the bench they were sitting at. For a few minutes, they sat in comfortable silence, periodically exchanging ice cream cones before Chastity snickered.
“Hey, look at the kid on the swing set. I think he just wet his pants.”
Tatty swatted good-naturedly at the other’s arm. “Way to ruin the moment,” she replied with a grin.
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: grumpycat3.jpg
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: suchdoge.jpg
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: onedoesnotsimplywalkintomordor.jpg
CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED > TATIANA PENVRANE: what are you doing??
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: look at how cute they are! Don’t you like them?
CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED > TATIANA PENVRANE: I’m working.
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: ugh, boring. when will you be home?
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: LOOK AT THIS ONE THOUGH
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: alexfromtarget.jpg
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: AND THIS myanacondadont.jpg
CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED > TATIANA PENVRANE: ….wtf is that??
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: so I found out that there are these things called memes on the internet and some of them are hilarious
CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED > TATIANA PENVRANE: … you’re on the internet?
CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED > TATIANA PENVRANE: DON’T USE IT
CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED > TATIANA PENVRANE: IT IS A TERRIBLY EVIL DEVICE
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: chas, just because you can’t figure it out doesn’t mean that it’s bad!
CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED > TATIANA PENVRANE: T_T
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: GUESS WHAT GUINEVERE DID TODAY?
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: wait, I’ll tell you later. first u gotta see this.
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: icebucketchallenge.jpg
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: why aren’t you replying???
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: CHASTITY ANSWER ME
CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED > TATIANA PENVRANE: I’m turning my phone off now. I have to work!
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: DON’T LEAVE ME
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: WHAT IS LOVE
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: BABY DON’T HURT ME, DON’T HURT ME
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: NO MORE
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: …oh you actually did turn it off
TATIANA PENVRANE > CHASTITY HAMILTON-REED: f u
“Do you still have the jumper I gave you last week? The one that Benj knitted for me last Christmas with the break-dancing Dumbledore?” Tatiana inquired, peeking her head into Chastity’s room.
The redhead contemplated answering that she had no idea where it was, but considering that she was currently wearing it, that wouldn’t be a particularly convincing answer. “Can’t I keep it for a bit longer?” she wheedled.
“Chas, you have loads of jumpers. What’s so special about mine?” Tatiana shrugged, leaning against the doorway.
“It smells like you,” Chastity replied, sniffing her sleeve. “Like vanilla. And I like it.”
Tatiana bit her lip to hide her amusement. “You want my jumper because it smells like me?”
Chastity grinned and nodded. “I’m keeping it until it stops smelling like you,” she announced.
Tatiana snorted and turned. “I’m locking my drawer from now on so you can’t get into my jumpers!” she called back over her shoulder.