Chapter Two:
Les Vengeurs
A cold February breeze whipped against her cheek. Burgundy couldn't wait to get home to the warmth of her apartment. A co-worker lent her a movie for her and Georgia to watch. She was taken aback at first but soon accepted it. She hadn't seen it. It wouldn't hurt to watch it.
Double-timing it she was soon met warmth. Georgia's eyes peered over the sofa she was reclining on. "What's up?"
"Someone lent us a movie to watch~" she sang.
Georgia clicked her tongue. "It better not be like Brokeback Mountain."
"For woman with a girlfriend, you sure hate that movie."
"I'm kidding, love," Georgia said, puckering her lips. Burgundy bent down and received a quick peck on the cheek. "What is it, by the way?"
"The Avenge—?" She was interrupted by having the DVD ripped out of her hands with Georgia's face lit up.
"I fucking love you!"
"Is it really that good?"
Georgia looked at her with disbelief. "Blasphemy!" she screamed, pointing her finger at Burgundy accusingly.
She just rolled her eyes. "Just put the DVD in."
Georgia gladly waltzed to the television and put it in. Burgundy laid down on the couch on her side. Soon Georgia cuddled underneath her, with Burgundy's chin resting on top of her head and an arm draped over her side. It's been forever and a half since they've had enough time at night to cuddle, watch a quick flick, and fall asleep on the couch.
The movie wasn't bad—Burgundy just didn't like to watch action movies as much as Georgia did. Her eyelids became heavy even as the redhead underneath her squirmed with excitement at every explosion or whenever the Hulk did something that even she would admit was cool. As consciousness ebbed away her cheek nuzzled on her girlfriend's head while she snored in her ear.