A/N: A few short Bianca/Zoe snippets. Enjoy.
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Warning: Language
Thimble
"Pissing hell... Shitting motherfucking arsehole... Dickhead... Bastard prick- Fuck!"
She jams her middle finger into her mouth, sucking on the sore spot and glowering at the needle in her other hand darkly.
"Somethin' wrong?"
Zoe shoots a glare across the room to her infuriatingly smug girlfriend then sneers.
"Fuck off!" She spits venomously before yanking the needle through the fabric again violently and Bianca just laughs at her, her head falling back into the chair.
"You're cussin' up a storm today. You a bit ticked off?" She quips and Zoe huffs.
"No. Piss off..." She grouches and Bianca chuckles again before pushing herself up and dropping down onto the sofa beside the grumbling Emo.
She kisses her cheek then tugs the needle and fabric from her hand before sliding a thimble onto her own middle finger and she sets to work.
She sews with precision and ease and Zoe's glower wanes with each forming loop until she has her head resting on Bianca's shoulder and the tenseness bleeds from her.
She watches her work quietly and Bianca smiles gently as she sews.
"Love you..." Zoe murmurs and Bianca grins as she finishes turning up the jeans, her teeth slicing through the thread. She holds them out at arms length and nods approvingly.
"Love you and all, Zoe," She says and Zoe sidles a little closer...
Cold-blooded
"No, no, no... Bianca, no, you promised!"
Zoe is crying. Tears are streaming down her pale face relentlessly.
Bianca stares across at her. Her figure is fuzzy in her vision. Hazy from the tears.
"He threatened you..." She says.
Her voice cracks.
Her hands clench and they are sticky and all she can smell is the copper tang that is far too familiar.
Zoe shakes her head, slow and horrified but she doesn't leave.
She'll never leave. She isn't like Bianca. She promised once and she keeps her promises.
So she stays and she cries and in some ways, that's almost worse than the blood pooling around Bianca's Nike trainers...
Bushwhack
Her breath condenses on the exhale. The rest of her body remains still yet taut in preparation.
The gloom has brought with it a biting chill but she's wrapped for the weather.
She had insisted.
It's pathetic really.
Zoe nearly snorts but settles for an agitated huff for fear of drawing unwanted attention.
This'll change things though.
She will know that Zoe doesn't need protecting.
She sneers at the word, her expression twisting in disgust.
If either of them needs protecting it's Her and she's going to understand that soon enough.
A twig snaps and she ducks lower then narrows her eyes through the swirling fog.
Her finger twitches over her trigger but she refrains.
Patience.
She watches the fumbling, graceless loon stumble through the trees, cursing at trees, rocks, leaves and just about anything else that gets in her way.
Zoe shakes her head at herself then ducks out from behind the hulking pine shielding her and creeps forward with a silence that probably isn't necessary because of how stupidly loud the oaf is being but her stealth is her greatest asset. May as well rub it in a little.
Her boots create the barest rustle as she manoeuvres around foliage and deftly avoiding anything that could blow her cover.
Something cracks noisily and she frowns but is quick to realise it's just Her again.
God... What an idiot.
She watches the other girl for a moment and almost pities her. She has no idea.
Then Zoe raises her gun and levels it at the flailing torso.
She rolls her eyes as she watches the poor imbecile wrestling with the plants tangled around her ankles like an animal caught in a trap except much less dignified.
It's time to put her down. She's suffered enough.
Zoe smirks then straightens out her crouch.
"Oi! Chav!" She barks and Bianca stiffens then reels around, freezing for a moment that's just long enough for Zoe to pull the trigger.
Red explodes on her chest.
Bianca's head drops and she touches a gloved hand to it, mute with shock...
Then she throws off her helmet with an angry grunt, hurling it into the trees.
"What the fuck?! We're on the same team, ya' looney!" She shouts and Zoe grins.
"Not any more. You're dead!" She chimes.
"And where's your helmet, you idiot?! What if someone shot you in the head?!"
Zoe just rolls her eyes.
Then walks off.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!"
She ignores her.
"Zoe!"
She smiles to herself.
"You're gonna be in such shit later! Just you wait!"
She just laughs.
Their bi-monthly paint-ball outing will probably always remain her favourite school trip.
Confession
"I love you," Bianca says out the blue.
Then Zoe half-heartedly kicks her under the table.
Bianca can see the twinkle in the dark eyes that are trained resolutely on the book in her hands and it makes her grin.
She swings her foot into Zoe's ankle hard enough to bruise it probably and Zoe smacks her boot into Bianca's shin in retaliation... Definitely hard enough to bruise it.
Ow.
She hisses under her breath, reaching a hand down to rub the sore spot and Zoe is smiling ever so slightly as she calmly turns the page of her book.
"Love you too, idiot," Her Emo mutters and Bianca chuckles, resting her chin down atop her arms, content to close her eyes and listen to the sounds of rustling pages and gentle breathes.