"When did you know?"
It was an innocent question, posed by a woman with love in her eyes. They laid in bed together (Robyn's, not hers) with blankets wrapped around them, holding in as much warmth as possible. Their heating bill, well, not to blame anyone in particular (though to be honest, it was Fiona's fault) hadn't been paid on time. ("I'm sorry," Fiona says with the most sarcasm possible. "That hunt wasn't supposed to take so long! I thought I'd have more time to pay it! I'm too cute to blame.")
It's Fiona's fault.
Though May couldn't complain, it gave her an excuse to snuggle up to Robyn even more. She'll thank her parents (just this once) for their genetics making her below average height (for a gender she isn't) or maybe it's just that Robyn is tall. Whatever it is, the world decided to be kind to her for once, letting Robyn be able to wrap arms around her (gods those arms were strong).
"Hmm?" she hummed, intelligently. "What do you mean?"
"That you were a woman," Robyn said. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
Were that question to come from anyone else, she probably wouldn't. Too many judge-you-by-your-cover lovers in her history to remove her learned suspicion. But like all things, Robyn was different. Or maybe she was just so helplessly in love that she would tell her anything.
May chuckled. "No, it's okay. It's not much of a story, though."
Robyn pressed a kiss to her forehead, butterfly light. Thoughts of their lack of heating went out the window as she felt warm, smoldering, with a love she claimed she didn't deserve (but she did and she was learning that).
"I was shopping for a tux," May murmured, snuggling closer. "Some attendant who was fitting me for it led me through some part of the store with lingerie meant to be worn under dresses. She apologized for doing so, saying she felt bad about making me feel awkward. I told her it didn't make me feel awkward at all. She was surprised."
Robyn started to laugh. "Oh? That's how you knew? Saw some cute bras and knew it was for you?"
May rolled her eyes. "Ass. As if there wasn't thousands of moments before that should have made me realize it. But in that moment, something just clicked. I dunno what it was about it, just felt right, I guess."
"I'm glad," Robyn whispered, bending down to kiss May, far less feather and far more pressure this time. It was a proud kiss, May liked to think, the kind Robyn gave her when she just couldn't put it into words and had to use action (a politician? Unable to use her words? Oh, May never got tired of teasing her). "I'm glad you found you," she said as she broke the kiss.
"I mean," May giggled (something she'd never be caught dead doing in front of anyone except Robyn), "from what I understand, fashion is what makes a lot of people realize."
Robyn's fingers traced along May's spine, running up and down her skin, sending her shivers that had nothing to do with the cold. "Well, you do look great in a bra."
"Ass," May repeated with a playful grumble.
"Well, yeah, I know you like mine, that's a forgone conclusion," Robyn teased.
May blushed, because Robyn was always right. Not always always, but enough to just be always right. She'd tried to explain it to Fiona once (she'd called her the bottom of the relationship, to Robyn's amusement) but couldn't figure out how to put it into words.
"You seem happier lately," Robyn said, sparing May from having to figure out what to say.
"I am," she said, and it was true (no semblance needed to figure that one out). May may have been the last edition to the Happy Huntresses, but she clicked in best (in Robyn's private opinion). When picked up off the street (metaphorically speaking and a bit of literally), May was, in her own words, 'fucked up.'
She'd turned things around (all it had taken was living with three other lesbians), somehow. But now, she looked in the mirror each morning. No one knew what that meant except for her, not even Robyn. And that was okay (some things can't be understood by outsiders), because she saw herself now.
"Good," Robyn whispered. "I worried at first when we took you in, you know? That I was pushing you into something you didn't want, living with us."
It was May's turn to steal a kiss. "That was probably the best thing that could have happened to me."
"Oh, meeting me was?" Robyn's eyes glittered with mischief. "Why, May, you're such a romantic."
"Yes, it was," admitted May.
"Oh," Robyn said, blushing.
Ha, score one for Team May. Take that Fiona, for saying she couldn't be romantic. Sure, it belonged in a shit romcom, but it made Robyn blush. That was a rare commodity, so that made it a win.
"Careful," Robyn said, recovering, "or else I'll hold on to you and never let go." Her arms tightened around May tighter, pulling her in closer.
May laughed, softly. "That implies I'm liable to go anywhere but closer to you."
"You're sweet," Robyn said. "I'm glad you're happy."
Yes, she was. Happy. It'd never been a word used to describe her. Angsty? Sure. Angry? Absolutely. Awful? From time to time.
"Careful," May parroted with a smile, letting her eyes close. "A girl could get used to this."
Robyn laughed. "Used to being loved? Oh, May, that's been my mission since day one."
Oh dear, that was a point for Team Robyn.
"Guess you succeeded," May murmured.
No semblance needed for that one either. That was all truth.
Author Notes: Just a little something I wrote on a lunch break. Oh, and also, Touch the Sky from volume 7 is absolutely a trans song.