A/N: Short little one-shot after being in the doghouse for two weeks. Man, did she make me work to get out of it.
She hated when Tori gave her the silent treatment. The singer didn't do it often, but when she did, Jade hated every single moment of it. The worst part was that she didn't even know what she did wrong. Not that Tori would tell her. That would be way too easy. So Jade slept on the couch for three days, racking her poor, overworked brain for anything that she could have done wrong in the past three weeks. After the fourth day, she was exhausted. Hearing a key turn in the lock, Jade stumbled to the door, throwing herself at Tori's feet.
"I can't take it anymore! What did I do? How can I make this right? Please, babe you have to tell me. This is killing me!" Jade begged, hoping her girlfriend would see her pleading eyes and relent at last. Tori sighed, hanging up her coat and placing her shoes in the coat closet before heading to their room to drop off her bag, with Jade slinking pathetically behind her.
"You really don't know?" She finally spoke, and Jade almost cried in relief. She missed Tori's voice, and the singer was strict about the silent treatment, having not uttered a single word to Jade in the past four days.
"Tor, you know if I knew I'd be trying to make it right. I've been thinking for like four days and I have no idea what I've done!" Jade was a straightforward person, and usually Tori was as well. The problem occurred whenever Tori thought that Jade should know something that they hadn't previously explicitly discussed. "Babe, you know I'm an idiot and you have to spell things out. Just tell me what I did wrong and I will fix it." Jade pleaded, gently taking Tori's hand, relieved when she didn't pull away.
"You keep dropping my hand." Tori finally murmured, staring at her feet. Jade's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what the brunette meant.
"Babe, I don't..."
"In public. Whenever we run into someone we know, if we were holding hands, you drop it." Tori explained, still staring pointedly at her feet, not wanting to see the other girl's reaction. Realization dawned on Jade, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Instantly, Tori looked up. "What, you don't think it's a big deal?" Hurt swam in her amber eyes as she heard the sigh.
"No, babe. No." Jade's hands gently cupped her face, smoothing her thumbs over her cheeks. "I'm just relieved that I finally know. I didn't even know I did that until Beck told me." Tori frowned at the mention of the boy. "He said I did that when we were dating too. It's not that I'm ashamed of you, Tor. I'm not. I just get self-conscious. You know how I am about feelings and stuff. I know it's not an excuse. So, I'll try to be better. Just, you know, give me an elbow or something if I do it again, okay?" When the singer nodded, Jade leaned in, groaning in relief as their lips finally touched. "God, I've missed you." Tan fingers found the belt loops and tugged Jade in closer.
"Yeah?" Tori purred, as Jade's hands squeezed her waist. The singer wriggled out of Jade's arms walked towards the bedroom, hips swaying. Jade trailed after her, eyes drawn to her hips.
"Yeah." She growled, before reaching for Tori once more.