Anonymous requested: 2 Lizzie/Duchess please
From a writing ask meme on Tumblr where the number two corresponded to the quote "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" Written in my Duchzie, Modern AU (see chapter eleven) a year into Duchess and Lizzie's relationship.
"All I'm saying is he shouldn't have looked at you like that."
"Like what?" Lizzie asked in that smooth, dark voice of hers, red lips pulled up into a small smile.
Duchess scoffed, but her anger soon dissolved and she found her eyes drifting down to her boots as they walked. "You know how," she muttered.
Lizzie coolly lifted a polished brow. "He and I were in a serious relationship for years when I broke it off to pursue my career. It only makes sense that seeing me at the market today brought back memories for him, perhaps stirred residual feelings. So what?"
Duchess balled her fists in her coat pockets. "That's not the kind of thing you can just say 'So what?' to, Lizzie."
The presence beside Duchess fell away and so she dug her heels into the cobblestone road and spun to face her girlfriend, now a few paces behind her in the warm glow of a streetlight. She wore an intense look, shrewd eyes searching Duchess' face.
"Why, Miss Duchess," Lizzie started, striding up to the dancer with all the poise in the world despite her petite size, "are you jealous?" She practically purred the word.
Duchess gawked. "Of course not!"
"Duchess," she said, softer. She rolled her hands into Duchess' gray, knit scarf and tugged, forcing her to bend down to her height, close enough for her to smell Lizzie's fragrance, a sophisticated blend of florals that reminded Duchess of evening wear and candlelit dinners in the corners of refined, city restaurants. The designer paused, held her under her searing gaze, before bringing her lips to Duchess' in a kiss the perfect contradiction of soft and strong. By the time Lizzie leaned back, thoughts of their prior conversation were blissfully drifting away from Duchess' mind, and all she could think about was having their lips meet again. But Lizzie only stood, a gentle smile at the edge of her sharply lined lips.
"I want you," she stated simply, as if no other claim were more natural. "Years ago, I decided there were other things in my life more important to me than him. Clearly, I didn't reciprocate his feelings, which is why that relationship would have proved fruitless in the long-term. Our relationship, on the other hand," she slid her hands from the scarf and smoothed them behind Duchess' neck, "is very important to me and I have no intention of letting it escape me."
Duchess stared, mind reeling with the notion that someone wanted her, really wanted her, and they weren't letting go. Suddenly, she felt remarkably grateful for her girlfriend's unusual bluntness.
"Good," she breathed against Lizzie's lips, where she placed a few delicate kisses and left her jealousy behind.