How You Get The Girl

                                    

                                          
Stand there like a ghost
Shaking come the rain, rain
She'll open up the door
And say, are you insane, -ane?
                          
"Do you ever wonder if we're moving too fast?" Eden's eyebrows furrow. It's an itch in the back of her mind. She definitely doesn't mean it as seriously as Alex ends up taking it, but maybe it ends up being a good thing in the long run. A much needed fire under the ass for both of them.
                          
It's almost been two months since She Believes. She sees Alex less and less with World Cup training amping up (she doesn't blame her for that). And they're still in that wierd 'I know how you feel about me, and I feel that way about you too, okay bye' limbo they had been in. They definitely aren't moving too quickly. But Eden has never really been a stickler for semantics.
                          
"No." It's simple. It should shut her up. It really should and she's not even really sure why she's thinking about this, because she loves Alex and Alex loves her and who the hell cares? And yet.
                          
"But-"
                          
"You gotta stop doing this to me, Eden." Alex's smile lacks it's usual warmth. It immediately puts Eden a bit on edge. She frowns as she looks out the window and into the rainy evening.
                          
"What's that supposed to mean?" She mumbled.
                          
"What is that supposed to mean?! Fuck, Eden." Alex wipes her hands over her face, ever the dramatic. Though, Eden's might have her a bit beat in that department.
                          
It's easy for Eden to fall into that feeling of annoyance. Not necessarily something she gets from being with Alex, more just a product of her glowing virgo disposition. 
                          
The dark-skinned woman get off the couch with a roll of her eyes. She grabs her windbreaker from the coat rack Alex owns but never uses.
                          
"Where are you going?"
                          
"I'm running away." Eden presents sarcastically. She rolls her eyes as she steps out the front door and into the pouring rain.
                          
Alex comes rushing out after her. In just her t shirt and shorts. Her face full of concern and probably a bit of annoyance as well.
                          
"Why are you like this?" Alex huffed out. 
                          
Eden genuinely laughs, "I've got no fucking clue. If I was you, I'd have me admitted."
                          
"You're too pretty for a straight jacket." Alex brushes the soaked strands of hair from her face.
                          
"Thanks, I guess." Eden squints up at the sky. She realizes why she came outside in the first place.
                          
She's seen the Notebook too many times.
                          
Alex takes a step closer, because she's just as much of a masochist as Eden. And this is what it's like long a martyr.
                          
"I love you, and I want to marry you, and make love to you, and have babies with you, and I just want you. I need you and I don't know how to not. So take me back, officially. Without all the  back-stepping. I'm tired of asking. I won't do it again." 
                          
It's raining harder now and they're both soaked, but Eden grabs her face anyway and kisses her. She kisses her like Alex had broken a dam she'd been keeping even her darkest thoughts behind.
                          
And Alex cries, she cries hard, she cries like she did in Kelley's arms all those nights ago.
                          
She cries like she just got the love her life back, even though it seemed like she had her for a while. She wonders breifly if Eden was ever not hers in the first place. And immediately concedes that has to be true because how would she have ever been able to get her back if she had actually left in the first place.