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lessthandivine · 3 years

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promise that I’ll meet you halfway | lm x r

pairing: lou miller x you

warnings: light angst, swearing, tsundere!reader, shameless theft (obviously,) suggestive dialogue, stubborn idiots, no beta we die like men

word count: 4672

based on a writing prompt: look, we could keep pretending you hate me, or you could kiss me.

summary: having joined the team at debbie’s request, you do recon for the marauding eight. it’s all smooth sailing, save for a certain blonde that distracts you to no end. swords clang, but you realize where you stand, just in time.

Lou.

Even thinking about her made it hard to breathe, and you swallowed, shaking yourself. Every time she looked at you, with that narrow, cocky gaze, you just couldn’t stand how annoyingly attractive it was. How ridiculously hot it was when her eyes tracked down your body every so often. How infuriatingly smooth and low her voice was when she praised your plans and diagrams, mentioned how important the pages upon pages of valuable information you’d painstakingly collected were. All of that, on top of her irritatingly charming smile and exasperatingly endearing kindness, wit, courage, and intelligence.

You couldn’t stand it.

Shutting the door quietly behind you, you sighed as you took off your coat, shaking your hair out from it’s bun. The loft was quiet, empty, and the clatter of your boots, untied, of course, echoed through the space when they hit the floor. Hanging your coat on the peg, you rubbed your tense neck and rolled your wrists. Walking slowly to the sitting area, you wondered if there was anything stronger than a beer in the kitchen—you could feel the tension in your shoulders, sore muscles and sore joints. Side effect of the occupation, you thought wryly. Recon involved a lot of things, one of which was staying in one place. Small spaces, often. For long periods of time. You were too young to have joints that hurt. No stranger to stress, it didn’t faze you, but none of that made it easier.

You paced a little, fingernails scratching the pad of your thumb, a nervous habit from university. Today, you’d scouted out several locations, none of them leaving much room for comfort. Work always pulled you in several different, sometimes dangerous, directions. Collecting intel, too, involved mind games. You also had to go see a potential ‘client,’ to try and wriggle some information out of. He was the usual sleazy type, of course, and you had to resist the urge to break his nose when he leaned in close and put a hand on your knee, instead carefully plastering on a cloying smile. And while that was your specialty, it was hard. You didn’t like to admit it—everyone played their role in the heist, and you knew you were a key part, but damn if it didn’t take a lot out of you.

You had a reputation to uphold, and this new project at the Met just had so much on the line, you knew you had to do the best you could. And more. Even after the whole affair, while everyone was celebrating, you took the time to scope out a few places that the team had mentioned they might hit next. Your teammates were all so confident and experienced, while you were relatively new in the field, only working on the side or behind the scenes. Especially Debbie, who’d been in this for years, and her right hand woman, Lou.

Lou.

You couldn’t stand it.

It also made the heist planning much more difficult than it already was. You thought it would be better after the team successfully pulled the whole plan off, but even now when it was all over, those stupid feelings were still there. It pissed you off just thinking about it. The weird, irksome fluttering in your stomach, the kind that made you feel simultaneously sick and elated, never failed to come around when Lou was there. It was impossible, really, to handle. Whatever it was, you weren’t familiar with it, and you absolutely hated not knowing.

And it was horrible, worsened tenfold by the fact that you couldn’t even talk to her normally. Work, though difficult, was made easier by the fact that you, her, and the whole team had something to focus on. That forced you to calm down and function properly, for the group dynamic. But anything else, anything personal, almost always resulted in a row, or at least a snarky, unnecessary comment. You always had some sort of sarcastic remark, and Lou, being Lou, always had one in return. It was never so explosive that it would break the team apart, but it definitely made everyone look twice.

You forced yourself to relax as you heard someone coming down the stairs. You’d thought you were alone, the rest of the team out at some sort of… mini golf drinking game course? But you turned from where you’d been pacing a path in Lou’s living room floor to see Debbie.

You smiled instinctively, something tight and too at ease to be real. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself, kiddo,” Debbie called back, slumping down onto the couch. “You okay?” You and Debbie had been acquaintances for a while before she called you to work on this, knowing you were the best person for the job. She’d helped you out of a tight spot more than a few times, so you trusted her. It only made sense that she could read you, could see the nervous tick in your jaw.

You shrugged. “I’m fine,” you said, a little more roughly than you needed to.

“I believe you, sweetie,” she said soothingly, knowing you didn’t mean it. You looked at her, an apology on the tip of your tongue, but she just smiled and you knew she knew.

The loft door opened, a familiar stomping on the wooden floors making you sigh. Even without looking, you knew that Lou was back, pulling off her boots and throwing them aside. Without undoing the laces. Didn’t she realize how easily she could fall like that, and break her arm or something?

Debbie bit back a smile. You really had no idea how similar the two of you sounded, coming in the loft in your boots. When you came in together, it was nearly impossible to tell which one of you was which until one of you complained about the other’s coat on the hanger, or something equally inconsequential. And she knew, by virtue of having been around the two of you separately for various amounts of time in past years, that neither of you would bother to untie the laces putting them on, or taking them off.

Soon enough, Lou came strutting in like she owned the place (which she did, you granted) in her damned black leather jacket, black leather pants, pulling her bike helmet off her head. It left her hair tousled, and as she dragged the back of her hand across her forehead, a bit of bike grease smeared.

She should’ve kept the helmet on, you thought dumbly, as your eyes lingered around the smoky black that made her slate blue irises seem to glow, the smirk she always wore, the few strands of hair plastered to her face, and you couldn’t help but keep watching as she shucked off her jacket, revealing a customary button down (in zaffre, today.) Was it impossible for her to wear a shirt like that without having half the buttons undone? It looked stupidly good, and you forced yourself to resume your pacing after giving Lou a nod.

Lou glanced at you, and then at Debbie, who shrugged. She dumped her helmet on the table by the couch, and you turned at the noise, inwardly sighing. As Debbie asked Lou if Tammy and the others were still at the course (they were,) you crept quietly around her, picking up her helmet carefully from the side table. You were halfway to the foyer, where things like this were supposed to be, when a shuffle made you pause.

“Can you not move that all the time? I put it there for a reason.” Lou’s voice, definitely annoyed, carried through the loft. Behind her, where you couldn’t see, Debbie shot her a careful look, which Lou ignored. You hated it when she put her helmet there, because there was always other stuff that needed to be there, and she knew it. And you knew she knew, so why didn’t she just keep it somewhere else? There was plenty of space, and it would be easier for everyone. You were silent as you could hear her footsteps coming up behind you, stopping a good distance away.

“I wouldn’t have to, if you didn’t leave it in random places all the time,” you finally said, needlessly curt. You knew you sounded childish, but it was easier than turning around and coming up with a response where you’d have to look her in the eye. You knew that those strange feelings in your chest would come back, the ones that surfaced whenever you were around Lou. She stared at you for a moment—you could feel it burning into your back—then scoffed.

“Nobody asked you to clean up after me,” she replied, just as caustic. You were about to retort, but you paused, choosing to set the helmet down on the shoe bench.

From her vantage spot on the sofa, eyes flickering between the two of you, Debbie sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “You two fight over everything, even the most stupid things. Just quit it already.”

You didn’t say anything, ducking your head. Guilt swelled up in you, over disrupting the dynamic, over doing something you didn’t need to do and saying things you didn’t need to say, over how you just couldn’t get your head straight. You couldn’t bother to apologize as you hurriedly slinked away to the kitchen, missing Lou looking over at you, confusion masking the hurt in the furrow of her eyebrows.

You might’ve missed the look, but Debbie didn’t, leveling Lou with a deadpan expression, unimpressed.

“You two,” Debbie started, but Lou cut her off.

“Shut it, Ocean, I already know what you’re about to say.”

Debbie continued quietly, ignoring Lou’s protest. “You two dance around each other in the worst way. She hurts you because she doesn’t know how to recognize her feelings, and you hurt her because you’re too stubborn to make the first move.”

Lou glared at Debbie, hating that her best friend was so perceptive, and hating that she was right.

Debbie sighed, waving Lou off. “Whatever. she’s young, maybe this is the new mating dance.” Lou laughed dryly, crossing her arms. “Anyway, do something, or not, soon. There’s a betting pool, and I can’t lose to Constance. Again.” With that, Debbie stood and walked out. Lou stared at the spot where she’d been, hearing the loft door open and close. There’s a what? On us?

Lou ran a hand carelessly through her already messy hair, groaning. Contrary to what you probably thought, she’d seen the tension in your too-straight back, and she inferred that the day’s missions must’ve been stressful. She knew where you’d gone when you left all those celebration parties early. Why did you always have to work so damn hard all the time, running yourself into the ground? Didn’t you know how to take a break and relax? You worked just as hard as everyone else, sometimes harder, but Lou knew that because you were younger than most of the team, you felt the need to make up for it. How stupid, she thought. Your work was impressive as it was, were you really so blind as to overlook how important you were to the team?

Lou tried to avoid thinking about how important you were to her, a familiar frustration already coming to her mind. The two of you traded barbs, always, but sometimes, it made her wonder. It made her wonder something she wasn’t willing to think about, not right now.

You weren’t often seriously moody like this—though you were stressed half the time, you really were a fun person to be around. You were incredibly witty and charming, even (especially) when you were shooting some annoyed comment in Lou’s direction. She’d send one back, and you’d parry, just as quick and dry. She enjoyed it, almost too much, because she’d never met anyone quite on par with her, for verbal sparring. Until you.

Until you. That summed up everything, didn’t it? All the girls that came before, Lou had never really felt anything for them. She thought she did, but it all went out either with a bang or a whimper. Until Debbie brought you in one day, in the early stages of the Met heist, and you had so much information, detailed insider plans, and a brilliant mind to match. Plus, you’d looked something incredible in your Tom Ford sunglasses, thick Armani cable knit turtleneck, Brioni jacket, Gucci wool coat (‘it’s rather grand, though, isn’t it?’ you’d replied when she’d playfully commented on how tacky Gucci could be,) elegant Cartier watch, crisply pleated Savile Row (Richard Anderson) trousers, shiny Jimmy Choo oxfords, and Target socks. It all totaled, easily, up to twenty. Twenty thousand, Lou had figured. Euros. There were no logos, but she could just tell, from experience. The fact that you hadn’t paid for a single item made it all the more attractive. How she could still remember all that, and the way you’d gestured, the passion of the work really setting into you, was remarkable.

As the plans and projects continued, you’d always been there for the rest of the team with easy advice, and you were never at a loss for what to say that would make everyone laugh. At first, Lou had a hard time with it. Having real feelings for someone was scary, everyone knew that. Especially you. But the sweet sense of inevitability with which she was drawn deeper and deeper into you? That was something she couldn’t ignore, instinct told her. She’d looked upon your bickering with a sort of fondness, that went with how she felt about the rest of you.

Maybe. Just maybe, Debbie was right. Lou was fairly sure that you were attracted to her, that much was evident in the way your eyes lingered on her. It was a familiar thing for Lou, but when it came to you, your attention made her skin flush and her blood thrum. She’s Lou Miller, for goodness’ sake, She could get a girl (or two) easily. But you? You were something else entirely. And Lou Miller was never one to miss a chance.

The loft was empty now, except for you and Lou. You’d heard Debbie leave from where you’d escaped into the kitchen, pouring yourself a stress maté. You just needed a moment to calm your nerves, then you could hopefully make yet another escape upstairs, to go mope under the guise of working on plans. Sighing, you sat down at the table, wondering if ‘destressing’ was even possible, at this point.

Without her boots or heels on, Lou really was as silent as a cat, and you nearly jumped when you looked up from your tea and she’d materialized in the doorway.

“Jesus, Lou,” you said dryly. “Do you always tip toe around like this?”

Lou sighed, unknowingly imitating you, carefully watching you at the table with one of your stupid tea drinks in front of you. There were shadows under your eyes, and your shirt collar (Louis Vuitton, today) wasn’t as neatly tucked as it usually was, and your lips were set in a thin line.

“A good evening to you too.” You nodded at her greeting, casting a furtive glance at her. Moments of silence passed, where she stared at you and you alternated between looking at her, and looking away. God, did she really have to wear that eyeliner she always wore, the one that made her grey eyes look all sultry and alluring? It was just stupid, you decided.

“We fight all the time,” Lou started, blatantly ignoring your scoff. “Don’t you think it’s messing with the team?”

You shrugged, replying without thinking. “Does it really matter?” Even Lou was a bit taken aback at your blasé answer. You were nothing if not intensely meticulous and almost foolishly dedicated to the work they did, but she could tell you immediately regretted your words.

She walked over to stand opposite you, in front of the counter. “I know you don’t mean that.” The words came out sharper than she meant for them to be, and your returning gaze was almost doleful.

“You don’t know a thing about me.” At the sudden, hastily suppressed flinch from Lou, you cringed, biting your lip. She did know you. She hadn’t come to pick you up from one of your scouting locations, in the dead of night, long after you were supposed to come back, because she was bored. Even if she did, almost physically, drag you from your spot, silently kicking and screaming, and even if you complained about it the whole way back, you appreciated it. Sometimes, only Lou, not even Debbie, could tell how tired you were, and sent someone else to go with you to collect intel, to take the pressure off. You regretted your slip, more than you’d regretted your former feigned carelessness, because it just wasn’t true.

“Don’t I? You don’t even know yourself.” You deserved that, you knew.

“Watch it, Miller.” But you said it without malice, in a borderline teasing way. You’d both overstepped, but something in the air wasn’t awkward, or uncomfortable, it was just there. Barely normal.

“We fight all the time,” Lou said again, quietly. “But you don’t really hate me, do you?”

At her question, you looked up, startled. You gazed right at her, tired and sad in the slump of her shoulders, leaning against the counter, in the way she looked at her feet instead of at you. The sight sent an oddly unpleasant shiver through you, and your heart twisted with guilt. Of all things, you weren’t expecting that, at all. Surely, Lou knew that you respected her, right? That even though your conversations weren’t always the best, you admired her hard working manner, her advice, and her input.

But that’s not what she asked, is it? Your rough words sent all the wrong messages, you knew, but she’d never let it affect her. Or at least, she hadn’t let it show. Had it hurt her this entire time?

“I—“ you swallowed, licking your dry lips. “I don’t hate you. at all.” Quite the opposite, in fact. The thought made you pause. You didn’t want Lou to think that you hated her, because it wasn’t true at all. You really, really wanted her close, closer than you’d ever wanted anyone, and it terrified you. You didn't hate her at all. You just didn’t know how to deal with just how much you liked her, how much of a place she had in your heart and mind. How much you had grown used to Lou’s presence, Lou’s easy, witty dialogue, even when bickering with you. Lou. That, all of those annoying, little, petty fights, what you were used to, it was the easiest way for you to just talk to her. To ignore what you really wanted with her. That was all so much simpler than confronting the yawning void in your chest that you knew would gape open if she somehow wasn’t in your life anymore.

“Then why do you—“ Lou’s voice caught in her throat, and you couldn’t stand the, for once, openly conflicted look on her face. You looked away, guilt clouding your eyes.

“Lou, I don’t hate you, I just—“ you stopped, your own voice failing you. I just need you, more than I’ve ever needed anyone, and it terrifies me to no end, that I could take the chance and fail, and break us, and I—

“You just what?” You didn’t miss the defensive, almost… hurt? tone her voice had taken.

“Fuck.” Even without looking at her, the shame creeped into your stomach, twisting and winding. “I never know how to talk to you.” Had you caused that, all because you didn’t know how to confront the way you felt?

“You don’t know how to talk—“ Lou scoffed, crossing her arms. “That’s rich. You? Don’t know how to talk… you’re one of the most well spoken, eloquent people I’ve ever met. Quit the excuses, doll.”

Even now, the feelings returned to your chest, both at her acknowledgement and that dumb term of endearment, the one that lodged itself firmly in your memory. Does she really think that?

“To you,” you said softly.

You looked back up at Lou, not bothering to hide the look in your eyes. Her own face was uncharacteristically vulnerable, making her seem young and afraid. She met your gaze, and the feelings, already rising from her just being there, suddenly shot up, especially when she let her eyes flicker down to your lips.

Lou came over to you abruptly and leaned across the table, propping herself up with a hand dangerously close to yours. You felt your heart jump as she locked gazes with you, as if looking for something, but you didn’t dare move. Her searching scrutiny was intimate, welcome, even, because you could feel yourself on the edge of something bigger than just you.

“Look...” Lou said lowly, eyes stormy but clearing by the second. “We could keep pretending you hate me, or you could kiss me.”

You could only look up at her, back into those turbulent grey eyes, startlingly close. Your mouth parted in surprise. And god, you could see everything swimming in those eyes, anger, anxiety, frustration, hope... fear. Everything inside of you toppled over, and you made up your mind. You just needed a little push.

She straightened up and turned away without a word, jaw tightening. You knew you’d waited more than you should’ve, but it wasn’t too late. You stood to move to the other side of the table, and before Lou could register what you were about to do, you grasped her wrist, gently, spinning her around into your arms. She gasped, hand coming up to rest on your waist, steadying herself. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, eyes fluttering shut—you two had never been this intoxicatingly close, only pressed shoulder to shoulder when working on plans. This was something else entirely, as Lou was so warm, so close, that you could even see where her mascara had left little sooty smudges on her cheeks. You thought to yourself, god, I hope I haven’t gotten this all wrong. The next instant, you brushed your noses together, feeling your own breath come out in a shudder as your lips brushed hers, ever so slightly. Lou’s arm tightened around your waist, the other rushing to cup the back of your neck possessively. Tilting your head away, you let yourself pause, eyes still closed, breathing tremulously with all the hope, devotion, and understanding you held in your arms.

“Tell me to stop.” Your voice was strangely quiet in the thrumming air, and almost immediately, she pulled you in so her hips pressed against yours, breath coming out in hungry pants.

“Don’t.” Lou’s answer snapped something in you, and you lurched forward, sending your weight into hers, lips flush. Tangling your hands in her hair, you couldn’t resist, all slow and soft and fast and hard. She moaned into your mouth at the tension, and everything you’d tried to push away, lock away when you were with her rushed to the surface like tears in glossy eyes. And you let it, you let it rise into the air, into your chest, into the fingertips that caressed her scalp. And Lou, in turn, felt you against her, hot, heady, and held you as close as she dared, then a little closer, because you were always more, always lovingly, gorgeously more.

You could taste the coffee and cigarettes on her, and it felt so much like the right place to be that you smiled, a happy, effervescent hum bubbling up in you. You two broke apart, breathing hard, and you bit your lip, grinning so wide that your cheeks hurt. Lou raised an eyebrow at your expression, resisting the quirk that pulled at the corners of her kiss swollen lips.

“What’s so funny?”

Her demand sent a flush through you, and you just laughed again, pulling her in again for another kiss, chaste and playful this time.

“Me.” You gazed easily up at her amused face. “I was so stupid. I spend so long thinking about how I felt in my own head when I could’ve just thought about you, how you felt, and that would’ve given me an answer better than anything I could’ve come up with.”

Lou’s eyes softened, and it was her turn to press her lips to yours, gentle and giving, so unlike the bruising urgency of before. But no less welcome. “It doesn’t matter how you got there, what matters is that we’re here now.”

You nodded, tucking your face into the crook of her neck. You were a little shorter than her, so this was easy for you, and you felt her cheek against your hair.

“God, I—” you swallowed, inhaling deeply. She smelled like her bike, something clean and warm at the same time, and strangely enough, tequila, though you hadn’t tasted any of it. “I’m really sorry, Lou, I shouldn’t have handled… all of this… like I did.” You worried your lip between your teeth. “It hurt the both of us, it hurt you…”

Lou chuckled, thumb tracing circles just under your earlobe. Dropping a hand from your waist to find yours, she pressed your knuckles to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. “Darling, I said it doesn’t matter, didn’t I?”

I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Sighing, you pulled back, looking into her easy smile, her bright eyes, and you cupped her face to kiss her. You tried to put all you didn’t know how to say into it, and she seemed to understand, groaning softly into your mouth.

“Did you have fun at the course?” You asked quietly, pulling away.

“It was alright,” she replied noncommittally, swaying a little with you in her arms. “I’m sure they’re all drunk as all hell right now.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said, surprised. “You didn’t drink?”

“Nope.” she shrugged. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You were about to reply, a smile playing itself on your lips, when the loft door flew open. Voices filled the loft, a few tipsy shouts accompanied the clatter which you knew was the coat stand tipping over. You felt Lou tense a little up a little beside you, but you didn’t bother to move from your sanctuary in her arms. She relaxed again, also not bothering to separate herself from you.

Debbie walked in with the group, reaching the kitchen first. Upon spotting the two of you, arms wrapped around each other, she broke out into a wide grin.

“Constance, you owe me five!” She yelled, turning back to you. I’m happy for you, she mouthed in your direction, and you just smiled, leaning your head on Lou’s shoulder.

“Seriously?” You could hear Constance stumble her way to Debbie, a flush on her cheeks. She groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead. “Come on!”

“Five thousand, hand it over.” You giggled at Debbie’s smug expression, and without looking, you knew that Lou was amused too, eyes sparkling with mirth. “I knew it.”

“Wait. you knew? You fixed it, you fixed the bet!” Debbie dragged the protesting Constance away, sending a wink in your direction. The rest of them had made it over to the kitchen by now, Tammy rolling her eyes with a ‘jeez, about time,’ and Rose giving a shriek as she spotted you.

“Lou’s got herself a girl,” she sang, Aminta joining in. Daphne and Nineball sported twin smirks as they passed by, giving you a little salute.

“Come on,” Lou whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “Let’s go out.” You felt her arm tighten around your waist, leading you towards the door. Passing by the group, you chuckled at their cheers, shaking your head when Lou leveled a mock glare at them. Feeling the warmth bubbling in your chest chasing away the guilt of the past months, you reached for her hand and interlaced her fingers with yours.

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blackacre13 · 10 months

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Debbie lap dance pt 2

Part One Linked above! Here's part two!

“Go ahead,” Debbie panted. “You can touch me. I know you want to.”

“God, yes,” Lou nodded, her nails digging into Debbie’s hips as she pushed her down further against her thigh, encouraging her to grind against her more, Debbie’s breathing starting to get short.

“Keep the money,” Debbie whispered suddenly, her tongue darting out to lick Lou’s earlobe as the blonde cursed. “I want you inside me. Come around back?”

“Debbie,” Lou chuckled, shaking her head, only to be interrupted by Debbie’s hand ghosting along the crotch of her pants as Debbie let out a gasp.

“Are you…packing?” Debbie whispered, licking her lips as her eyes grew darker.

“One way to find out.”

Lou didn’t know what the hell she was doing or how she’d ended up at this club.

She couldn’t lie. It was a club she had frequented a few times before, but lurking around strip joints on a Friday night wasn’t her typical scene. Although the “ladies drink for free” was a typical perk. Hadn’t any of these club owners heard about lesbians?

She’d worked a smooth week. Wallet full of cash. Jobs all running like clockwork. But that meant she was bored. She didn’t need to scrape together random cons this weekend to make ends meet. Her time was her own. And that often led her into dipping into her vices: liquor, cigarettes…sex.

There were the usual suspects she practically had on call and of course, the instant regret of a go-to ex or three that could be fun for the night but only end badly in the morning, but she didn’t want to tread down that road.

So here she was. A place where she knew she could tease herself. Practically edge herself. Let herself be flirted with and danced upon, but she could only look. Not touch. And there was a limit. A bill. And an expectation that she would go home satisfied in a way, but most definitely alone.

So she couldn’t believe that she was standing in the alleyway behind the club with her boot against the wall and a cigarette between her lips, eyes closed as deep, brown ones seemed to bore into her soul.

Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.

Who was she? And why could she read Lou so well, even in an instant?

They didn’t need words or hints or instructions. Their bodies were practically calling out to each other. A siren song.

Lou had been nervous. She shouldn’t have been this drawn to a dancer, but she’d caught sight of her across the bar and knew she had to be the one. And when Debbie asked her what she wanted, Lou had to stop herself from saying “for you to take my last name” and settle for a lap dance instead.

It was intoxicating. Lou thought she should be mortified. Doing this. Paying for this. Letting Debbie tease her professionally. But there was something on Debbie’s face that told Lou she wasn’t alone in this. And when Debbie’s hips started rolling and her position switched to very, truly riding Lou’s thigh and moaning like they were holed away in a bedroom just the two of them and not in a corner of a club, Lou knew it wasn’t just her. And she hoped against all hope that Debbie would want something real. No strings or singles attached.

Lou’s fingers had found their place on Debbie’s hips as if they’d settled there dozens of times before, Debbie whimpering as the tips of her fingers ghosted against hot skin.

Debbie whispering “keep the money” was like a dream. She had to be sure she hadn’t made it up and when Debbie’s hand had found the strap Lou had decided to wear this evening—for some BDE and extra confidence—Lou knew she needed to Fuck this woman. Right then. Right now.

“Coming?” A voice asked suddenly, a metal door near Lou opening and swinging shut heavily before Debbie emerged, a wicked grin on her face, wrapping a trench coat around her barely there outfit and swinging her hair out of her face.

“I was hoping that would be your job tonight, actually,” Lou smirked.

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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Nothing Beats Home

Lou Miller x Flight Attendant!reader

A/N: This is a one-shot set before or could be after The mile high club. Wrote this as a response to the anon who requested a part 2 of that fic<3

Summary: Lou spoils you after a long day at work.

As soon as the last passenger has exited the plane, you switched your heels to simple black flats with a low moan of pleasure. As much as you felt powerful while strutting in heels in your uniform, the comfort of flats is the one you seek after a long day of work.

Technically speaking, it’s not the only thing you seek after a busy day.

Usually, you would always arrive home alone, your girlfriend either busy with the club or another job. It’s not a problem for either of you, each respecting the alone time both of you need. But this time, you stood still in the middle of the departure lounge, eyes locked on the tall, blonde, and gorgeous lady standing at the far end, holding a small bouquet of what you could make out as your favorite chocolates.

You didn’t know if you’ll cry over the overwhelming love you have for her, or laugh at the cliché romantic movie scene you are in now where everything else is blurred out but Lou. You have half a mind to check if there are hidden cameras capturing you now.

A teary-eyed wide smile made its way to your face. Your eyes are locked with hers as you close the distance between you, and you notice that she’s not wearing her staple suit this time. She’s donning all-white pants and a hoodie, with a brown leather jacket as an extra layer. Angelic.

Your smile was mirrored with hers, pearly white teeth shining under the bright lights of the airport. Are we sure that you’re not dead and this isn’t heaven with an extremely stunning angel waiting for you? Or the most pressing question, why does this feel like you’re walking down the aisle? And not on an airplane aisle, mind you.

Just as you were directly in front of her, you bury your face in the crook of her neck inhaling her signature scent. Lou, a bit surprised by the action, instinctively wrapped her toned arms around your figure, feeling the exhaustion on your whole body which was proved by your deep and heavy sigh.

“How did you know the exact time of my arrival today?” you murmured against her neck, getting at ease in Lou’s embrace.

“I have my ways, baby.”

You made a mental note to shoot Nine a text later. The blonde ran her hands on your back and uttered, “Let’s go home, I have a surprise for you.”

Curiosity piqued, you break free from her contact and looked at her. Head tilted to the side, your eyes narrowing. “What is it this time, Lou?”

“If I tell you then it’s not a surprise anymore, Y/N. Come on,” Lou chuckled, grabbing your suitcase for you. “Oh, I almost forgot,” she hands you the bouquet. “Brought you your favorites.”

You gave her a peck on the cheek as a thank you. Walking together hand-in-hand, you can’t help but feel a surge of confidence as you walk as a power couple making the airport your runway with other people’s eyes on the both of you.

Lou opened the car door for you, and as you settle down on the passenger seat, you saw your girlfriend’s favorite leopard coat draped on her seat. As she opened the door, the blonde saw you bury your head into the coat and hugged it. It’s a habit of yours, getting a whiff of Lou on her clothes. Your girlfriend watched you for a while, grinning at your antics.

“If my clothes smell so good why don’t you get them from the source?”

Immediately taking the coat away from your face, you didn’t hesitate to embrace her once again more intimately this time away from prying eyes. Like earlier, you buried your face in the crook of her neck; while Lou strokes your tresses, getting rid of the knots gently.

“Hmm, this is so much better.”

“I know. Highly recommended.”

You lift your head to look at her, to stare at her beauty. “Do you know who is jetlag’s manager?” you asked, playing with Lou’s fringe.

She furrowed her brows, a bit fazed by the question. “Uhh…”

“Because I need to speak with theeem!” you bit your lip, trying not to burst into laughter at Lou’s reaction or lack thereof.

“Honey, you’re lucky I love you.”

“That I am,” you giggled, brushing your lips against hers. Missing the feeling of Lou’s sweet lips, you tugged at her bottom lip, what started as a gentle and affectionate kiss quickly turning into a heated make-out session. The hand on your head pulled your hair making you gasp, your girlfriend conveniently slipping her tongue into your mouth, taking over the kiss.

Your hands travel under her hoodie, the warmth of her skin radiates to your palm. Your touch causes Lou to whimper, lowly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

The hand tangling your hair remained in its place, meanwhile, Lou’s free hand found its way to your throat, squeezing softly. The woman could feel your pulse racing. Good to know she’s not the only one.

The inevitable need to breathe causes both of you to pull away, just so, your foreheads resting on each other. Heavy breathing is the only sound that can be heard in the closed space, apart from the rhythmic thumping ringing in your ear.

Lou gave you another peck on the lips, “I can never get enough of this. Of you.” She slowly pulls back and starts the engine with a stupid smile plastered on her face.

While on the road, you tell each other about your day went, you asked about the gang, until you reached that specific fantasy of yours that you once daydreamed while flying.

“It would be a total badass if that were to happen.”

“That’s one hell of a crazy idea, Y/N.”

“But it’s cool! Maybe some of you could learn how to fly a plane, the others will pose as my co-crew, the rest chilling and blending in the crowd… A heist in the sky!”

You were sure you look like an idiot with both your hands up like the Spongebob rainbow meme. Sighing, you break out of your daydream. “They should make a movie like that.”

Lou only shakes her head, amused by your antics. But you’re right, it would be cool, fun, and wild to do a heist when you’re 30,000 feet above sea level. Imagine the adrenaline.

She glanced at you when you stopped babbling, not surprised that you were out like a light, napping soundly against the headrest. Lou stopped at the side of the road, reclining your seat to help you get comfortable, and laid her coat over you.

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The moment Lou woke you up from when you entered the loft was all a blur. She told you to go ahead, and so you did, the first thing in your mind is to soak in a warm bath.

The fact that Lou knew that it would be the foremost thing you would do when you got home brought a smile to your face. The room was lit with candles all around, the tub warm as you dipped your hand, the tulip petals scattered completed the romantic scenery.

Not wasting any time, you shed your uniform off your body and hopped in the bath. As you lay back, the aroma of scented oils used hits your nose in a savory way, not irritating at all. Relaxed and sitting tight, you closed your eyes and wondered who among the gang had helped your girlfriend prepare this bath. Are all of them in this?

That’s when Lou walks in, hair up in a bun, with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. “Surprise.”

Opening one eye, you peeked at her. “What a superpower you have, babe. Imagine preparing a warm bath for me as soon as we get home when you were with me the whole time. Wow.”

That earned a chuckle from the blonde, going along with your joke. “Yeah, I actually do have hands everywhere. I just finished cooking; you know.”

“Hmm. That’s absolutely impressive. But I don’t know about the ‘hands’ everywhere… I mean why aren’t they on me right now?” you smirked, knowing it would prompt her to approach you.

You were right, but to your slight dismay, she didn’t slip in the bath with you and sat on the small stool beside the tub instead. She then poured wine into the glasses, giving one to you.

“What–“

“Mac and cheese,” she answered before even hearing the rest of your question.

“You spoil me, Miss Miller,” you retorted as you sipped on your drink.

“Nothing but the best for the best girl in the world.”

You almost felt shy by the way your cheeks burned. Almost. As a part of her surprise, she lathered your body with soap, massaged your scalp where you almost fell asleep. Bath time was surprisingly fast, considering, well, you did only take a bath this time.

After dressing up, you ate the Mac and cheese Lou cooked. Gourmet foods from hotels and different restaurants you have been to simply do not compare to your girlfriend’s homecooked meals. As cliché as it already was, you know it’s full of love.

Next up, movie time. You cuddled impossibly close to her, actively savoring the moment. But due to your long day, ten minutes into the movie and you were already passed out. She gets the remote on the bedside to turn the tv off.

Lou slides under the covers with you, ready to join you in slumber. You scooted closer, your leg coming to rest on hers. Lou presses a kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, angel.”

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amerrierworld · 2 years

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No Spoons Left

Request: could you please write Lou x reader where she feels protected by you when your spooning her and her arms around around yours

Summary: Lou isn’t used to camping!

Characters: Lou Miller x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff! some lovely dove relationship communications

Camping with Lou was an abhorrent idea at first. You didn’t think she’d be able to get out of her high-fashion New York style to peruse the wilderness with you. You, on the other hand, were dying to get out of the city if only for a little while. And convincing your girlfriend to come along was easier said than done.

But then she had nicked a camper van and you found yourself bouncing with glee when she had agreed not to sell it, but to use it.

The trip to the campsite itself was without flaw. Lou drove carefully while you jabbered on about the excitement of being away from city-life again. Lou grinned from behind her large sunglasses as you bustled around in the back with the food and supplies.

It felt a bit cliché to go camping in the autumn with your girlfriend, bringing every plaid blanket you had, many marshmallows, and a tripod for blurry (but aesthetic) photos. The only thing missing would have been a large dog with non-stop slobber and matching bandanas.

Lou, begrudgingly, had to give up her chic street-style for a complete lesbian lumberjack look. Not that you complained. And then once you arrived, she had insisted she would put up the tent when you suggested to spend the first night outside of the van by the campfire. Now, you were leaning against the front of the vehicle, bemused from watching her fight with the tarp and connecting the frame.

Lou’s hair was pulled back with her fringe just brushing her eyelashes. She was wearing flannel and, heavens above, jeans with hiking boots. You grinned over your cup of hot chocolate as she sneered at the manual, kicking it to the side like a dad on a trip refusing to use directions and thus getting hopelessly lost.

“Let me help,” you offered again.

“Absolutely not.” She had too much pride to give in now, even though she had been struggling for close to an hour now.

“Babe, have you really gone camping before?” you asked.

“Totally. We just didn’t use tents back then. We endured the weather throughout the whole night regardless of the conditions.”

“Are you calling me a snowflake for wanting to have shelter in the night?” you scoffed.

“No, but I do think you’ve been way too pampered by the city,” she huffed. Ah yes, a lovely hypocritical response. You looked at your furry hiking boots and luxurious camping outfit and lifted her chin at her.

“I believe you mean pampered by my incessant gift-giving and spoiling girlfriend.”

“Guilty as charged.”

The tent eventually came together, quite sturdily. Dinner consisted of pre-cooked hot dogs and pre-packaged salads you had bought on the road. You already had a stash of canned soups, bread for sandwiches, and enough snacks to last you a life time, but tomorrow you wanted to try to go fishing and see if you could catch a meal that way, just for the sake of the ‘camping spirit’. If unsuccessful, there was a convenience store right by the camping grounds. You had to find a camping location with modern technology and access close by just for the sake of keeping Lou sane when you ran out of her favourite brand of ice tea.

You got in the tent for the night and were surprised by the space of it inside, but not so by the haphazard assembly of the frame, which stuck out in some places.

Lou followed in from behind you, wearing her silk pyjama set and grumbling incoherently. It was cute, you thought, but hopefully she’d cheer up soon otherwise this would be a lousy weekend.

“Lou, why on earth are you wearing that here? You’ll freeze during the night.”

“It’s the only thing I have to comfortably sleep in,” she muttered, shoving herself into a sleeping bag. “I’ll be fine.”

You grinned and settled in next to her, “you’ve never gone camping before, have you?”

She avoided your gaze and blew a piece of hair out of her face. “I’ve disguised myself as a camper before for a con. They seemed pretty convinced.”

You giggled, not trying to laugh at her sour expression. The camping trip was entirely your idea, and Lou would do anything you wanted just to make you happy. This one probably beat all the jewels and cash she stole for you, simply because you got to spend so much time with her without anyone else around you for once.

A twig snapped and the blonde biker shot up from her position, “What was that?”

“Probably just a raccoon. Don’t worry, I put all the food away.”

She seemed unsettled, which surprised you, “Lou, you live in New York where there’s unending noise happening outside. People yelling, cars honking. You’re not telling me you’re frightened of wildlife sounds?”

“Not frightened!” she quipped, a little too quickly to properly convince you. “It’s so much quieter here, and it’s weird.. What am I supposed to do, Y/N? Adjust to it in one night?” She was scowling again and punched her pillow before falling face first into it.

“Move over,” you eventually said, opening her sleeping bag from your side.

“We won’t fit.”

“Nonsense. I made sure it could fit two when I bought them.” You wriggled yourself further down, eventually feeling Lou’s freezing feet press up against your own.

“You didn’t have to come outside to sleep with me tonight. You could stay in the van if you want.”

“And admit to being a wimp in the outdoors? Over my dead body.”

There was another sound from outside, the screech of a fox this time, and her eyes widened. Her shoulders were shaking slightly. You didn’t know if it was from discomfort or the cold, but nonetheless you snuggled closer to her and wrapped your arms around her from behind.

“Hey I thought I was always the big spoon,” she retorted once she realized what you were doing. Despite her sharp words, her body melted and pressed into yours, gladly accepting the warmth and security you offered. All you did was hum and wormed yourself as close to her as possible.

“You’re impossible,” she grumbled, her voice slurring as she slowly drifted off to sleep. You grinned and kiss the back of her head, hugging her tightly as her hand reached up to grip your wrist before you fell asleep alongside her.

Lou woke up to the sound of a fire crackling and the smell of eggs and bacon. She wormed her way out of the tent while remaining inside the sleeping bag because it was still cozy from your warmth and smell.

You were crouching by the fire cooking breakfast and digging through the cooking supplies you had brought. And, well, you had hoped to heat up some soup for yourself to get started and get some energy for a hike today, but the deeper you dug into the cutlery bag, the more you found knives, forks, and nothing else.

“Lou, baby,” you sighed, looking up at the blonde shuffling out of the tent. “You were supposed to bring all the cutlery right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Did you really?”

Her eyes narrowed, “Why don’t you believe me?”

You held up the two bags marked forks and knives without saying anything. When it clicked, she groaned, folding her body into the sleeping bag and burying her face.

“Lucky for you we have at least one big spoon left,” you chortled, scooping out the bacon and eggs onto a plate for her.

“Very funny,” she grumbled. “What did you want to do today?”

“Fishing!”

She looked... you didn’t know the word, but the closest to her facial expression was aghast.

“Oh, Lou,” you sighed, sitting next to her as she ate. “Why did you agree to come if you clearly despise camping?”

“Because I’m trying to show interest in what you like, isn’t that what a good girlfriend does?”

“Sure, sure. But I also don't want to torture you into living in the outdoors for the weekend.”

“I’m trying,” she said again, digging her fork in the paper plate so roughly that it stabbed through.

“Do you wanna just grab a bite to eat for today? I saw a cafe on the way in.”

She looked at you with a conflicted gaze, wanting to say yes, but also wanting to do what you wanted first.

You nudged her with your arm, before continuing, “and then you can bring a hot latte to the shore to drink and watch while I go fishing?”

That made her smile. She sluggishly got out of the sleeping bag to rush to the van and get ready, the silk not saving her from the chilly night air.

“And on the way we can get some spoons!” you commented as you followed her into the van. Seconds later, her pyjama top slapped you in the face, and you giggled as you closed the van door behind you.

A/N: whoopdeedoo i finished it ahahahaa this idea did not go where it was first planned for but alas i digress pls enjoy

#merry writes #lou miller #lou x reader #lou miller x reader #oceans 8 #ocean's eight #oceans8 #o8 #cate blanchett #reader insert #gn!reader #gender neutral #fanfiction #ocean's 8 fanfiction #fem reader #male reader #camping!

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sapphicforsarahh · 3 years

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Flying

Ship: Lou Miller x Reader

Word count: 470

Warnings: none (except a little anxiety)

Synopsis: Lou comforts you with your anxiety.

You, Lou and the rest of the team, were flying to a new destination. Staying in the old place was too much of a risk after the last heist and all that; so Debbie decided it was best to go. Everyone decided to stay together after the previous heist, Debbie thought theres no point in hiring new people when she has a perfectly capable team already.

About to get on the flight, you check your ticket and look at your seat number: 14B. Luckily enough, Lou's seat was 14A, so at least you had her to entertain you for a couple hours. You hated flying, it made you so nervous that you cried almost everytime you had to.

As you were about to put your luggage above you, a strong hand grips your waist and whispers, "here let me get that for." Instantly blushing at the previous action, you step back and watch Lou's strong arms lift up your heavy bag. She looks back down at you and smiles. You thank her and sit down in your seat. After a few more minutes of people shuffling around, everyone gets seated and are ready for the flight. Immediately your anxiety begins to grow, nervous to take off. You breathing gets faster and you start to get hotter. "Hey Y/N, you okay?", Lou places her hand on your upper thigh, trying to calm you down a little. It immediately helps and your breathing is coming back to a normal pace. "Yes, I'm fine. I just get a little nervous on planes thats all," you give a convincing smile and look back out the window.

"It's okay to be nervous. Come cuddle," she offers, moving her arm so she could wrap it around you. You lean into her side, engulfing her musky scent. "Thank you, it means a lot," you say quietly, wrapping your arm around Lou's torso.

After what seemed about 30 minutes, Lou gently woke you up. "Y/N, the food cart is here. Do you want anything to eat?", she asks giving you the cutest smile you've ever seen. "Get me some chocolate please, I'll give you the money when we get to the new place, " you promise. "Theres no need for that, consider it a housewarming present," you laugh and receive the chocolate bar from her.

The next few hours of the flight were bearable sitting next to Lou. Who knew she could be such a comforting person?

It was time for everyone to get off the plane. Just as she was about to stand up, you grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "Thank you for today, I really do appreciate it," you whispered in her ear and placed a light kiss there. You pulled back and grabbed your bag, heading for the exit. Lou was astonished.

#lou miller #lou miller x reader #oceans 8 #fanfic #cate blanchett #female character #gay couple #fanfiction

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theobscuritywrites · 3 years

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Requests Open

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So I guess I finally caved and decided to make a side blog to post my writing on and I wanted to open up for requests cause why not.

Masterlist

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What I will not write:

• No ships that pair minors with adults

• Also nothing NSFW for minors

• Incest

• Non con

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What I will write:*

• Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

• Imagines (SFW & NSFW)

• Ship One Shots (SFW & NSFW)

• X Reader (SFW & NSFW)

• Poly ship and x readers (SFW & NSFW)

• Letters (SFW Only)

*please note that if I feel uncomfortable with a certain request I may decline to write it

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Fandoms

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• MPHFPC (movie and currently halfway through the book series)

Miss Alma Lefay Peregrine

All The Children (SFW Only)

• Resident Evil Village

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Lady Donna Beneviento

Lord Karl Heisenberg

Lord Salvatore Moreau

Mother Miranda

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniella Dimitrescu

Ethan Winters (Only in wintersberg and rose related situations)

• Dark Shadows (2012)

Angelique Bouchard

Dr Julia Hoffman

• MCU

Natasha Romanoff

Hela

• Maleficent (2014)

Maleficent

• AHS

Wilhemina Venable

Ally Mayfair Richards

Cordelia Goode

Billie Dean Howard

Lana Winters

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna (Imagines, Headcanons and Letters Only)

Audrey Tindall (Imagines, Headcanons and Letters Only)

• Star Trek DS9

Kira Nerys

Lt Jadzia Dax

Ezri Dax

Elim Garak

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Quark

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• Star Trek VOY

Captain Kathryn Janeway

Seven of Nine

B’elanna Torres

• The Worst Witch (2017)

Hecate Hardbroom

Ada Cackle (Imagines, Headcanons and Letters Only)

Dimity Drill (Imagines, Headcanons and Letters Only)

• The Goldfinch

Xandra

• Harry Potter

All Characters (Minors SFW Only)

• The Witcher

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Morgana Pendragon

Oceans 8

Lou Miller

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All Diamonds

Pearl

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estel-of-irysi · 2 years

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Starry Night - Chapter Four

Starry Night (20379 words) by hope_s

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Ocean's 8 (2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

Characters: Lou Miller, Debbie Ocean, Tammy (Ocean's), Daphne Kluger, Amita (Ocean's), Nine Ball (Ocean's), Constance (Ocean's), Rose Weil, Danny Ocean Additional Tags: Future AU, Post-Canon, Gravity crossover AU, Pregnancy, Kidfic, Fluff, Processing Trauma, Smut, Light Angst, Near Future, If you haven't seen Gravity it will mostly still make sense, any inconsistencies with Ocean's 8 itself are intentional

Series: Part 3 of Don't Let Go

Summary:

After everything they've been through, the time is finally right to create the future they've always dreamed of.

Preview:

Debbie’s thoughts turned utterly inward, into some deep, dark part of her that was both new and familiar. She had stepped through a door in herself that had always been there, waiting. Behind it the world was close, warm, and black, like being wrapped up in blankets or wrapped up in Lou.

Here’s the final chapter! I hope you all like it! I probably won’t be writing much for a while, with the new baby and everything, but I’ll still be active on here so never hesitate to reach out! I have absolutely loved writing for all of you. <3

#ocean's 8 #debbie ocean #lou miller #loubbie #heist wives #heistwives #ocean's eight #o8 #debbie x lou #lou x debbie #fanfiction #ao3 #hope_s

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blackacre13 · 9 months

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I'm obsessed with your proposal AU - could you write a part 7?

Part 15 is here: Part 16 below!!

“Tell us, Bee. I’m sure your grandma wants to hear everything. Was it love at first sight?”

“Not exactly,” Debbie admitted.

“I’ll give Rusty that,” Grandma Ida smiled, grabbing Lou’s hands. “I must know how you proposed, Lou, my dear. I mean, I assume it was you? I apologize if that’s not how it works. I love my dear Deborah, I just can’t quite imagine our little Debbie taking it upon herself to ask and since she has the ring I just—I’ll stop before I put my foot in my mouth. But please, do tell us.”

“Go ahead, baby,” Debbie smiled wickedly. “I know how much you love telling it. And with such vivid detail too. You’re in for a treat, grandma!”

“We’ll see,” Dennis grumbled, looking at Lou with squints eyes before he threw back the rest of his drink.

Lou shot Debbie a not-so-subtle death glare and Debbie knew it was because Lou was now regretting saying no to Debbie when Debbie had suggested running through how to respond to certain scenarios. Like how they got engaged. You know, especially since they were now at their apparent engagement party where everyone was desperate to know how Lou had popped the question.

Debbie had to admit that she liked watching the blonde squirm under the attention. Lou never got shaken. Even the typical celebrity who came through their halls set on making demands of one Lou Miller was quickly silenced with a mere look or raised eyebrow. Lou called the shots. She did things her way. And they could nod and say thank you or go anywhere else. She was good. More than good. And that earned her a rare kind of respect in the industry that had always held Debbie in awe of her and the power she exuded.

But now Debbie knew the blonde was floundering under the attention. Not that anyone else would be able to pick up on that. She still looked poised and confident as ever but Debbie knew she was far from in her element and she felt a pang in her heart.

A couple of days ago she would’ve thought: good. Let her struggle to tie up all these loose ends. This was her game. Her need. And Debbie was just along for the ride. It would be easy to watch Lou flail a bit only ensuring she didn’t bomb and fail their mission completely. But now—now she could see the panic wedged behind the glint of her blue eyes. The thick swallow of her throat. And something that made Debbie gasp aloud before she could stop it—Lou was grabbing Debbie’s hand. And it wasn’t for show. She was gripping it tight like Debbie was holding her hand through a blood draw or getting big news. And automatically, Debbie squeezed back.

We’ve got this. Because they did. They were a team.

Lou’s grip on Debbie’s hand loosened, but she didn’t dare let go and Debbie shuffled closer to her, leaning her head on Lou’s shoulder. Tracing circles into her palm with her thumb. Supporting her partner. Praying it would help and that they could actually get away with all of their bullshitting.

“It was a simple little thing, really,” Lou waved it off. “You know. Popping the question. The usual.”

“You’re being too modest,” Grandma Ida laughed. Debbie was considering saying the same, moreso to give Lou shit and see her think on her feet to come up with something elaborate, but she was trying to take it easy on her. After all, it was enough to already have multiple eyes on them. Her own palms were starting to sweat and her father was making her beyond anxious.

“There were flowers,” Debbie provided, scrambling to come up with something. Anything. That might be able to help jog Lou’s fake memory.

“Yes,” Lou nodded. Debbie felt her squeeze her hand again. She figured it was a thank you. “Rose petals. Red rose petals. I laid them out.”

“And baby,” Debbie cooed, really leaning into it now. “The candles? I mean—“

“But Debbie’s favorite flower isn’t roses,” her mother interjected.

“Yes, of course,” Lou huffed. “Thank you for that,” she smiled through gritted teeth. “I—I—“

“She was so nervous,” Debbie spoke, stepping in to her rescue. “She left the original flowers at home. Had to run out and get some last minute ones to sprinkle. But it didn’t matter,” Debbie assured her, smiling up at her as Lou’s eyes found hers. “It was perfect.”

Lou was silent for a moment. Their eyes still locked. Lou legitimately staring at her with an emotion that Debbie couldn’t quite peg but it made her chest feel all fluttery and she was going from sweaty palms to icy veins fast.

A throat cleared in the distance but Lou still didn’t look away or keep talking. Her eyes wouldn’t leave Debbie’s and while Debbie wanted to analyze this new situation right now immediately, she knew she needed to step in and wrap up the story to save them both.

But Lou didn’t seem to mind drowning at that moment. She seemed fascinated. She seemed like she was just now seeing Debbie for the very first time, her eyes darting between Debbie’s eyes and lips repeatedly, a blush ghosting across her cheeks.

“They’re so in love,” Grandma Ida whispered, her eyes tearing up. “Our Lou can’t even find words she’s so taken with our Deb.”

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