It is a cold, wet Wednesday. All is quiet in Valkyrie Cain's home, other than the patter of rain against the pavement, and the rhythmic clank of spoon against ceramic as Tanith Low stirs her tea.
The two women sit for a while, until the silence becomes unbearably suffocating. They still sit, of course, but they begin to talk, chatting about frivolous and nonsensical things as friends tend to do. The conversation is light, punctuated by laughter, and the occasional pause to take a sip of tea.
The tea has far too much sugar. This is no doubt Valkyrie's doing, as the girl has an insatiable sweet tooth. Tanith didn't complain, for whatever reason. Normally, the brash Miss Low would say whatever came to mind. For now, she is content, just watching Valkyrie, watching her smile, watching her eyes light, watching the way the girl twirls a strand of her dark hair around her finger when she is embarrassed. Tanith smiles absently.
Valkyrie, detective as she is, notices Tanith staring not soon after she starts. She is dimly aware of the fact that she should be uncomfortable. She isn't.
Conversation lapsed back into silence, far less awkward than the last. The tea is finished, and with a smile that Valkyrie can tell is forced, Tanith looks at her watch.
"I really should be going."
Valkyrie nods, standing, walking Tanith over to the door she came in through, so she obviously knows where it is located. The door is opened, the blonde woman steps outside into the rain, smiles, turns.
Valkyrie grabs Tanith's shoulder, pressing her lips to those of the bewildered, deliriously happy woman on the front step.
After a moment, Valkyrie pulls back, embarrassed, murmuring something about Tanith tasting like sugar.
Tanith just laughs.
(WMWMWM)
I saw Mademise Morte's request for retardedly saccharine Valith. I actually ended up working sugar into the story, but that is no matter. Please do not flame the pairing.
~Chrysanthemum~
