A/N: Hey, readers! Sorry for the late update. Had some of my own girl problems earlier this month, and that was, to say the least, difficult to cope with. I hope you understand.
Also, please, no more negative reviewing or fighting or whatever. I'm done with that. If you don't think Kate is bisexual, don't read. If you can't sleep at night because I want some form of representation in one of my favorite shows, that's your own problem. I don't want to have to put "warning: femlash" in a summary that basically already says that.
Disclaimer: Same as always.
Savannah can't sleep; can't even close her eyes beyond blinking. Her mind turns over and over, searching for some concrete answer amongst the overload of the last twenty-four hours. Kate's smile keeps resurfacing, an easier and lovelier expression than she remembers, and the feel of her kiss. The feel of being close to her again, Savvy's first Great Love, who she parted ways with almost ten years ago. Who has now reentered her life, which would seem quite like fate or destiny or something, if she believed in that stuff. Maybe she does.
Old habits old habits old habits old habits; the phrase came up between them often. Because, really, that's all they have. Part of Savannah truly believes that it's nothing more than an indication of how long they've been apart. Believes that it's positive, even. They're Kate and Savvy still, but they're not silly, lovesick college girls. They're grown adults, women in law enforcement. Better versions of themselves.
It's a good thing, Savvy.
'You up?' Her finger hovers hesitantly over the Send button; it's late - early - it's 2:43 and she doesn't want to bother Kate or rouse her from sleep or something. She's nervous. It's absolutely infuriating, because it's Kate, Kate Beckett who she once loved more than anyone on this goddamn planet.
She sends the text.
Kate answers with a promptness that genuinely surprises Savvy, her answer coming in at 2:46.
'Gotta love insomnia, huh? What's keeping you awake?'
Because it's three in the morning, and because Savvy's an idiot, and because it's Kate:
'You.'
Savannah bites her lip, anxiety twisting up her insides, but the other woman doesn't even seem to hesitate.
'Don't know if I should be flattered or creeped out.'
The bad feelings melt away instantly, and she laughs. 'Both, probably. Can't stop thinking about your lips.'
She's most definitely pushing boundaries, but she doesn't care, because she knows Kate can appreciate a deliciously crossed line.
'Careful, Sav. That doesn't sound too platonic or particularly professional.'
'Don't care. You've always been worth some rule-breaking. And you kissed me, remember?'
'I do.'
'I'm only human, Kate. When a beautiful woman kisses me, I won't soon forget. Especially if that woman is Katherine Beckett.'
A pause. 'Listen, Savannah, we have two choices here: pretend the kiss never happened or do something about the fact that it did.'
She types slowly this time. 'What do you want?'
'You.'
The next day is morning; the case has moments of precedence, interrogations that need to be run and suspects that need to be brought in and the like, but the in-between time is spent staring at Kate. Thinking about Kate. Those three letters, a simple series of ones and zeros that set her heart on fire in a moonlit hotel room.
'Let me take you out, then,' was her pitifully lame answer. 'Tomorrow night.'
'Eager, aren't we?'
'Shamelessly. But you know this already, Becks.'
'Indeed. Tomorrow, Savannah.'
'Tomorrow, Katherine.'
She didn't answer after that. Must have fallen asleep. Savvy wasn't offended or hurt. She herself felt lulled by Kate's strangely intimate 3:00 AM company, as if they weren't separated by miles or by the time that's passed, whispering lovely nothings into the other's ear, as they once did, at some ungodly hour of the morning.
It's midday now, and Savvy steps into the break room, where Kate's making yet another cup of coffee. She wants to be surprised that the detective drinks so much of the stuff daily, but - no. It's always been like that.
"Hey," she says, leaning against the counter. "I'm curious - is it possible to overdose on caffeine?"
"Probably," Kate replies easily, and then her gaze flicks up to meet Savvy's, a smile unfolding.
Without thinking, she closes the distance she purposefully left between them when she entered and kisses her. She tastes like her preferred morning beverage, of course, and something minty underneath, but damn if her thoughts don't scatter when Kate reciprocates.
Their lips part slowly, both not wanting to be so far from the other, both knowing they can't do this here.
Kate slides her fingers through Savvy's, right hand entwined in right hand and left in left.
"Outside of the precinct, we can be whatever the hell we want," Kate says softly. "But inside, we still have to act like professionals."
Savvy playfully presses a quick, light kiss to Kate's lips, barely even there.
"Got it."
"I can't believe you blindfolded me," Kate grumbles from the passenger seat.
"It's romantic," Savvy replies. "And I wanted to be cute and surprise you. Did that become illegal when I wasn't paying attention?"
"I don't know," Kate says, but she's teasing. "You're the fancy FBI agent, you tell me."
"Not illegal," Savvy plays along. "But not suggested if your significant other is cranky and no fun to be around."
"Significant other, huh?"
"I'll have you know, detective, that my car is a judgement-free zone. All sexualities are welcome here."
They reach their destination about twenty-five minutes later; Savvy helps Kate out of the car and unties the fabric around her date's head.
"Ta-da!" Savannah says brightly, gesturing toward her surprise, a massive and gorgeous building.
"Aunt Karen's house," she says in a soft, remembering voice.
"Aunt Karen's house," Savvy repeats cheerily. "Blessedly devoid of Aunt Karen and her adorable, interrupting grandchildren."
She's talking way too much, but she doesn't care, can't care. There's a picnic basket in her trunk and the sun's setting and they're fairly far away from the city, away from being Detective Beckett and Agent Grant.
Kate looks at her.
"I'm not presumptuous or cocky enough to think we'd have sex tonight," she says. "But I did make dinner."
Kate smiles. "Sounds perfect.
"You're beautiful."
"I know."
Kate shifts, moving above her girlfriend, pinning her wrists. "Guess I'm gonna have to stop telling you, then."
"Keep your compliments," Savvy says, legs winding around Kate's waist. "As long as the sex sticks around."
"That can be arranged," Kate says lowly, her nose now almost touching Savvy's, and then presses her mouth to the her girlfriend's neck, moving slow.
"You're driving me nuts," Savvy manages. "Stop teasing, babe."
"Don't 'babe' me," Kate says, but kisses Savannah passionately after, reveling in the warm and wonderful press of this warm and wonderful girl beneath her. Reveling in the fact that it's June and it's warm and she's being loved and she's loving someone in the guest room of a mansion, windows open.
Thank God for Aunt Karen's business trip.
A/N: Thoughts?
-Ellie