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Warning: Femslash. DO NOT READ if the thought of two gals together makes you uncomfortable.
Notes: Beta'ed by RL friend so please let me know if there are any fandom-specific mistakes!
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Ice Cream
"Why do you always pick vanilla, Neela?" The question was simple enough to answer as Neela and Abby relaxed on the couch. They were treating themselves to a late night ice cream binge.
"What?" Neela asked, confused. She looked down into her half-empty pint of creamy goodness. "Am I always this predictable?"
"Uh-huh. It's like you have an unconscious hate of every other flavor," Abby stated, smiling. Realizing that Abby was teasing her, Neela defended her taste.
"I'm not the only one," Neela scoffed. She sat her bin down and pointed her spoon at Abby.
"Really?"
"There's nary a time where anything other than Rocky Road dares to grace your lips."
"Ok," Abby chuckled. She raised her hands in front of her in defeat. "You got me. In my defense, I have to say my life is a rocky road, full of ups and downs."
"Uh-huh. So you stick with what you know."
"Hmm," Abby said, bringing her spoon to rest on her lips. "Not exactly. Every spoonful of Rocky Road comes to your mouth differently. A different presentation; a different side."
"So in your infinite wisdom-"
"-Totally infinite-"
"-You believe that we should take life a bite at a time," Neela said. Abby nodded.
"Exactly." Abby finished the last spoonful out of her bin. Grabbing the used spoons, she walked to the kitchen. When she reached the sink, Abby sat the spoons down with a clatter. Neela, who had followed Abby slowly, grabbed the empty ice cream bins and tossed them into the trash. While at the sink Abby rolled up her sleeves to wash the remnants of dinner's dishes.
"You think I'm boring," Neela asked, picking up the previous conversation. She leaned on the counter next to Abby, elbows bracing her back.
"What?" Abby asked, distracted. "No."
"Stop lying. Tell me the truth."
"I did," Abby stopped her cleaning to stare at Neela. The soap bubbles covered her arm like a creeping vine. "I find you very interesting."
"Thanks." Neela said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"No really," Abby said, amused. She had meant what she said, and Neela's questions were intriguing. "Look, you're intelligent, neurotic, funny, charming-"
"I think I got the point," Neela said, blushing.
"Good." Abby smiled. "Are you alright?"
"Not yet," Neela smiled, mischievously. She leaned forward and captured Abby's lips in a quick kiss. Surprised, Abby dropped the dish she was cleaning back into the murky dish water with a soft plop. "Now I am."
"What was that for?"
"I decided to try something new," Neela smiled. "Not upset are you?"
"No," Abby paused, her lips pursed in thought. Neela silently held her breath, worried she had made a mistake. "Give me a warning before you do that again."
Neela raised her eyebrow. "Again? There will be a next time?"
"Maybe," Abby said, sitting the final cup into the dish rack. She sat the dishtowel next to Neela's arm with a damp slap. "I think I'm going to bed now."
"Night," Neela said softly.
"Goodnight," Abby replied. She smiled, feeling Neela's eyes follow all the way to her bedroom door.
The End.
