A.N. Hi! So this is an edit of a little angsty oneshot I posted over on tumblr about a month ago. Lesbian relationships and self exploration - don't like it don't read. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. I tried :P
She shouldn't be jealous. She really shouldn't. But she sees the way they look at each other after the shows; knows there's more to their relationship than they let on. Ignores the nagging feeling that it should be her looking into those eyes. She shouldn't be jealous. She won't let them know she's jealous.
That's why at night, she waits for the others to fall asleep, listens to their breathing even out. Every slight movement sets her senses off and she waits for the sign that she won't be interrupted; pays close attention to the movement of the girl in the bunk beneath her.
It's when she knows they're asleep that she closes her eyes and her hands find their way past the waistband of her black sweats, the low hum of the tour bus covering her muffled sighs.
For a second she swears she can hear someone walk to the back lounge area of the tour bus, passes it off as the creaking of old metal around her.
When she pushes herself over the edge, emerald and dirty blonde behind her eyelids, it's the singers name that slips off her tongue quietly. Whispering nothings into the cold early morning. She slips her hand out of her pants, a content smile on her face as she makes herself comfortable, rolling onto her side.
When she flicks her eyes open to readjust her blanket, she is greeted by that exact pair of emerald green beaming happily at her from the edge of her bunk.
"Get some rest, Maggie," the outline whispers, pushing the redheads hair back off her sweat covered forehead before placing a light kiss there. The last thing the Captain sees before she drifts off is Emilie sliding into their raven haired friend's bunk.
And she knows exactly what's going to happen.
She shouldn't be jealous.
