Sunday Shopping

                                    

                                          
Lilith was forced to make it up to Bianca. No matter how much she pleaded that it wasn't her fault and that Wednesday tricked her. This only dragged  Wednesday into having to make it up to her too. They were now stuck walking around Jericho with Bianca as she shopped and they carried her bags.
"This is slave labor," Lilith complained. 
"This should be illegal," Wednesday joined in. 
Bianca stopped walking and turned to face the two. "You wanna know what else is illegal?" They both immediately shut up. 
They all continued walking again and Lilith turned to Wednesday. "You've officially lost the privilege of choosing the buildings for Saturdays."
Wednesday shrugged. "Worth it. It's what Barclay gets for secretly recording me."
She rolled her eyes. "Ah yes, how terrible it is for me to know your true feelings."
"Exactly. Glad you understand."
Lilith sighed and she thought about not even trying to clarify what she meant. But then she remembered; communication. "I was being sarcastic, Wednesday. It's not terrible for me to know your true feelings. Especially seeing that I'm your girlfriend."
Wednesday seemed to think about her words for a moment. After a few seconds she turned to the pyro. "Then what are your true feelings?"
Damn, she should've been expecting that honestly. "That ... I love you ... a lot." Wednesday quirked an eyebrow at her. "Like a lot a lot."
She turned her head to stare straight ahead. "My confession was much more poetic. I believe I win."
"It's not a competition, Wednesday!"
"That's what losers say."
"And you caught me off guard!"
"Bianca caught me off guard."
"This isn't fair!"
"You can complain about it in bed later when I take my reward. Though I don't think you will be."
Lilith's jaw dropped. "There's no reward because you didn't win anything!"
"Oh, so you don't want me to tie to you to your bed and make you feel good."
Her eyes widened and her face turned red. How Wednesday could say these things with a completely stoic face, she'll never know. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Wednesday, you can't say things like that in public!"
"Yes," Bianca agreed, "please never say anything like that again." She shuddered. "Lily's like my sister, and I did not need to know that she likes to be tied up when you guys have sex."
"Technically we don't know if she does," Wednesday corrected. "We'd be trying it for the first time."
"Wednesday!"
"What?" She glanced at her girlfriend. "I was simply correcting her. We'll be trying it for the first time and then I also plan to—"
"Nope! Nope!" Bianca shook her head and turned to them. "I'm done, I don't need to hear this. Give me my shit." She started grabbing all her bags from them. "Give it. I'm out, I quite, goodbye. Go have your sex and never tell me about it again." She turned and walked away from them, going down the street. 
Lilith's face was completely red. "Wednesday, I can't believe you—" but when she looked at the goth she was smirking. "Wait," she narrowed her eyes at her, "did you do that on purpose so she would get grossed out and leave?"
"Not with my first sentence. But then she revealed herself to be disgusted and an opportunity presented itself." She grabbed Lilith's hand and laced their fingers together. "And now we can spend the day together." She looked at her. "Where would you like to go first?"