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When Gigi had called her in the middle of the night to meet in a random abandoned skatepark, Ame thought nothing of it.
She can defend herself easily, and even with Gigi's tail, she knows fairly well how to subdue him. And that's not even accounting for how it's only paranoia that makes her think her partner could harm even a fly.
Amelia snickers. Gigi, hurting a fly. She's more likely to eat it. But, she can admit it's one of the things she finds endearing about her.
It didn't exactly stop her from slipping in a knife, though. Always better to be prepared than dead, aunty Watson would say. And having a partner that can tear through a crowd with ease doesn't exactly stop people from trying to kill her, so Ame would really like to be not dead.
Getting there took a while. Sneaking out, making sure to avoid the loose and squeaky floorboards to not wake up her girls, didn't exactly take much time, she had memorized every inch of their house, but it still made her heart thud every time she heard a noise.
The first thing she sees when she gets there, is Gigi wearing a ratty old t-shirt, a size too large to be hers, and shorts she can barely see with how big the shirt is, reaching down to her knees.
Amelia doesn't exactly know what to do with the flips her heart does when she sees Gigi light up like the sun.
“Ame!” He doesn't exactly shout. It's quieter than usual, and it would have Ame worried if not for the time. As it is, what does make her worried is the nervous movements and tone her partner has.
Ame hurries over, barely avoiding tripping over her own feet. She can feel her lips twitching, heart thudding and ribs constricting in her chest, as she gets closer to her partner.
“Gigi….” She breathes out, murmurs. Her chest was tight, and her hands were shaking. Anticipation and adrenaline filling her. She can't help but feel a bit pathetic. The last she had seen her partner had been only a day ago, and yet here she is, acting like she has not seen them in years.
Luckily, Gigi is quick to banish those thoughts, even unknowing of them. He reaches to grab her hands, presses his lips to it, the moment she is close enough.
Amelia giggles, let's the flutter in her chest fill her, the moths and butterflies spreading.
“My Pearl! It's been too long since we saw each other! I missed you!!” Her exuberance is evident, even in the early hours of two in the morning. It never seems to run out, no matter the situation. Just another quirk of hers that Ame finds endearing.
Amelia giggles, leans in and steals a kiss, smugness radiating at the dopey look she gets.
“I missed you too!” She says, smiles, tucks the lovestruck smile he sends towards her deep in her ribs.
Nothing exists, in this moment in time. Nothing but her and Gigi. Nothing but her hand in theirs and their heart in hers.
The moment is shattered by Gigi fidgeting. There's something in her hands, Ame realizes.
“Sooo, why're we here?” She asks, pressing one final kiss before stepping back slightly.
Gigi makes an aborted motion to stop her, before realizing he did indeed bring her here for a reason. A reason that becomes clear to see when he moves his leg aside and gives her a clear view of….
Ame blinks.
A skateboard. An ungodly bright color of orange, stickers decorating every inch of it.
“What…?” Amelia mutters, brain failing to compute the frankly obvious conclusion.
She blames it on sleep deprivation, and not on her sweaty palm still held in her partner's.
“Surprise!” Gigi declares with far too much enthusiasm for two in the morning. Even as her fingers tap dance nervously on Ame's knuckles.
Amelia still isn't entirely sure what she's supposed to be seeing.
When it becomes clear to Gigi that their girlfriend isn't acting how they wanted her to, they slump, their tail hanging limp somewhat. Even their hair seems to droop.
“Do you not like it?” Gigi says, looking up with tears forming in her eyes.
Amelia sputters. “Wah! No, that's not it!” She exclaims, voice rising in pitch.
Gigi perks up a bit, hesitant, slow, yet he sniffles and blinks the tears away. “Then, what is it?” He asks, voice gentle, eyes soft.
Ame shrugs, closing the distance between them again, leaning her head on their shoulder. “It's two in the morning, Gigi, I wasn't entirely sure what to expect when you called me here.”
Gigi makes a noise in her throat, understanding painting itself across her face as her hands come up and wrap themselves around her detective. Her hand grips into the shirt, smelling of smoke and ink and sea salt and wine. An amalgamation of smells that somehow became home to her.
“Well, would you still like to skate?” He asks, buried into the skin of his lover.
Amelia hums, presses a kiss to Gigi's cheek. Her hands wander down, giggling at the sound muffled in their throat, and intertwine with the arms around her.
“You know I don't know how to skate, right?” She says.
The smile she gets is blinding.
“Don't worry, I dunno know either!”
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So, it turns out trying to skate while not having a single clue on how to is apparently a recipe for disaster.
Case in point, Gigi on the ground, groaning in pain, while Ame crouches next to her, worried.
“I'm fine, Ame. Really.” Gigi says. Despite the blood dripping sluggishly from her knees.
Amelia doesn't pay any mind to him, rummaging through her pockets in search of a bandaid. “Damn it, the one time I don't have any!” She mutters.
The gremlin smiles helplessly, reaches over and clasps their hands together. “You're worrying too much, really I'm fine.”
Ame sighs, slumps, hands squeezing Gigi's. “I know, I'm sorry. It's just, the last time you were hurt….” She lets the sentence hang, biting her lips, face turning away from Gigi.
“Hey,” Gigi murmurs, free hand touching the blonde's chin, not forcing her to look, merely holding it in her palm. “I get it. I, it wasn't pretty that time you got hurt either. And Lord knows I wasn't as calm about it as you are.”
Ame laughs at that, melting into the touch as she sits down more comfortably next to her partner.
Gigi smiles when their eyes meet, sharp teeth on full display as his tail wags, slightly, at the look in her eyes. “If fretting over me helps you know I'm okay, then I wouldn't mind being covered head to toe in band-aids.”
The blonde brings their clasped hands up, watching them catch the moonlight with a soft look in her eyes. She thumbs at the scars on Gigi's knuckles, brings them closer to press her lips to them.
“If,” she swallows. Presses another kiss, cradling the soft noise that the gremlin lets out. “If it helps you be less worried, you know I don't hate it when you fuss….” Ame mumbles.
Gigi lights up, grin widening like the sun peaking through clouds. It makes Ame breathless, blinking and flushing at the brightness.
They stay there, Gigi's legs draped over Ame's thighs. Ame leaning against the gremlin, wrapping her coat around them both.
The silence is broken only a few minutes later.
“Wait. How am I gonna get home?”
Amelia giggles.
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The morning finds them both in the blond's bed, fast asleep and dead to the world.
Ame has her head buried against Gigi's neck, one hand under their shirt and over their heart, the other trapped between both of their bodies. Gigi has their nose in Ame's hair, every inhale filled with the smell of strawberries. Their hands are wrapped around her waist, and their tail is curled around her thigh. Their legs are on top of the blond's, band-aids on each knee, and still tingling with the phantom sensation of healing kisses.
That is how Myth finds them, so tangled and wrapped up in each other that no one knows where one ends and the other begins.
Kiara smiles, tucking the blanket more around them, as she looks back at Calli. The reaper looks up, returning the smile as they both exit the room, careful to avoid the creaks.
“... Yeah, she's here. … Yes, he's with Ame, who else would he be with? ….Yeah, I'll make sure to tell them you called. … Alright, bye Liz.”
Kiara giggles, taking Calli's free hand as she hangs up the phone. “So, Liz calling to make sure Gigi's still alive?”
Calli sighs, sitting down at the table, immediately grunting as she suddenly has a lapful of shark, arms wrapped in around her waist almost with no thought. “Yeah, you know how she is.”
“Sho, Watshon not joining ush for breakfasht?” Gura says around a mouthful of eggs.
“It appears so.” Ina says, the only one that heard the both of them stumbling home in the dead of the night. “Also, don't talk with your mouth full, Gura, it's disgusting.”
The shark raises her hands in a peace gesture, swallowing exaggeratedly and gulping loudly. “That better?”
Kiara giggles at the unimpressed look Ina sends at the smirk Gura has. “Now, now, girls. It's barely nine am, don't fight. We wouldn't wanna wake up the love birds.”
That gets the both of them to stop, turning towards the phoenix with matching sheepish looks, their faces apologetic.
Calli laughs, resting her head on Gura's shoulder, digging into her own plate of eggs and bacon. “Anyway, it's not like Gura'd last long against Ina. No offense dude.”
And that ends up destroying the peace as the shark loudly protests, still quite enough to not wake up the sleeping pair in the house.
Hours later they would rise. They would stumble out of the bed, and get treated to the teasing remarks of four. They would bear through it with smiles and fire back with just as cheeky retorts.
But for now, they remain tangled up together. Wrapped and bundled, only the sound of their heartbeats and their soft breathing echoing in their ears. For now, they lay. Together. Dreaming of sunshines and tangerines. Of loving arms and soft smiles. Of kisses pressed to wounds and gauze pressed to hearts.
They lay, smiles on their faces and contentment in their heart, knowing that no matter what, they can get through anything, if only they have each other. Whether it be skinned knees or enemies out to get them, they can survive and live, if they have each other's hand in theirs.