Okay so this story comes to you for several different reasons:
a) Nobody else cares but KINZIE DIED IN BLOOD OF OLYMPUS WHAT THE HECK. That made me more emotional than Leo, to be honest. Anyways, I haven't properly mourned this OTP of mine yet so here's some fluff.
b) Public Service Announcement for the Masses: I have a real life writing project on the go right now. I have a bit over a week to perfect a script before one of Ontario's biggest French theaters turns it into a professional production. Yes I'm freaking out about it. On that cheerful note, my fanfiction output will slow down a bit and so will the requests that get filled out, even though I promised that after my first semester I'd get back to normal et cetera, et cetera.
Forgive me? Enjoy the story I word-vomited late last night and edited for you guys?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters portrayed below.
The American Dream
"Milady, Rachel Hortman of the English Bureau has canceled her appointment for today," Kinzie said, slipping into the office through the glass door frame. She looked like a slice of a shadow in her black pencil skirt and blouse, hair gently tumbling over her shoulders since they'd been in meetings all day. Stupid meetings. Now Hylla's paperwork was backtracked…
"That's probably not a bad thing," Hylla said.
"Not at all," Kinzie agreed. "Now your meetings for the day are over- thankfully, given the hour."
"Mmm," Hylla said. "I'll contact her to reschedule tomorrow."
"It'll be tomorrow in less than an hour, Milady," Kinzie said. Hylla didn't pry her eyes or attention off of the notes on budget cuts, but she did notice the change of term, tone and formality when Kinzie dropped the:
"Hylla you work too much. It's 10:00 PM, you haven't eaten today –don't tell me coffee-, goddess, have you even taken a break?"
"Don't need one."
"What do you mean you don't need a break?" Kinzie said, frowning. "You're the queen, not some cheap labour in a sweat shop, get out of here."
"Isn't that the American dream we've been talking about in economics all day?" Hylla asked. "Work like a crazy person and prosper like a WASP?"
Kinzie pulled her office chair back a bit and Hylla dropped her pen.
"What about your own dreams?" Kinzie asked.
"What do you know about those," Hylla asked distractedly, glancing at her whiteboard on which a to-do list had been copied that morning. So few things had been checked off…
Kinzie sat down on her lap.
"I can take a guess," she said.
No way had those top buttons on Kinzie's blouse been unbuttoned all day. Hylla would have noticed. Especially now that Kinzie's fingers were playing with the next one down the line.
"A guess," Hylla repeated. She wasn't as much dumbfound as flustered.
"A guess," Kinzie agreed. She popped another button without even looking down. Never had she seen Kinzie jump from Amazon Assistant With Organisation Skills to Rule Them All to Hellooooo-I'm-your-girlfriend so quickly.
"An educated guess," Kinzie rectified, brushing her hair behind her ear.
She tried to stick to the rule that when she was on duty, no matter what Kinzie asked, said, wanted or did, their relationship was professional. It felt like a tricky threshold to cross, one that would be hard to take back.
"A very educated guess," Kinzie said.
Hylla took her by the waist and got up in one swift motion, sitting her girlfriend down on her desk and pressing a kiss to her lips. Kinzie raised her arms to loop them around Hylla's neck, but she was about two seconds too late and Hylla had pulled back, grabbing a pile of papers held together with paper clips instead.
"I have photocopies to make," Hylla said innocently. "That's a break, right?"
Never had she seen Kinzie jump from Let's Make Out For Five Hoursto I'm Going To Throttle You so quickly.