It was an uneventful Saturday morning. Two days had gone by since Sasha lost her job, badly injured herself, and barely one since becoming lovers with her roommate and friend of 18 years, the same girl she made a nervous wreck and fatefully reunited with in a hospital room where some much-needed physical and mental patchwork occurred.
Marcy was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee surfing through the channels on the TV looking for something to watch. All of her belongings were still at Anne's house other than a few things she forgot to grab on the way out, and she was starting to feel unproductive and practically naked without her drawing tablet. She didn't want to bother Anne for the rest of the week while she was working and decided that today would be a nice opportunity to ask for a small favor.
Sasha limped out of her bedroom half asleep with messy hair, also still in her pajamas. Marcy lifted her head at the noise coming from across the room and wore one of her usually contagious smiles that Sasha had seemed to become immune to.
"Morning my beautiful Sashy! I poured you a cup of coffee."
Sasha groans and flops herself onto the couch next to Marcy. "Thanks." She picks up the mug and takes a sip. "Ew, Saturday morning TV. The perfect time and place where people try to make a buck off the gullible."
Marcy gasps. "Look! A smart bookshelf that automatically categorizes all your literature by author, genre, and publication date! Can we get one pretty please?!"
"No." Sasha said bluntly and shut off the TV. "I'm hungry and we're running out of food. Go to the corner and get us something to eat, then you can go nerd out at the library for as long as you'd like."
"Actually Anne is supposed to be coming over today. Maybe I can ask her to bring something from her parents' restaurant?"
"I really wanted pancakes though." She said in a high-pitched voice like a child while her stomach rumbled. "Sorry. You know, period cravings."
"How's your foot? Maybe we can go to the diner or something then?"
"It still hurts, but I guess I can try to drive on it, if I use my toes or something."
Marcy's phone buzzed and she looked at the message. "Anne said she'd take us!"
Anne this, Anne that. Almost as if she was your girlfriend.
"Okay. Let's get ready then." Sasha dragged herself off the couch, rolling her eyes. She headed to the bathroom, then subsequently to her room to get dressed while Marcy went into the spare bedroom to change out of her pajamas.
Anne beeped her horn outside when she arrived. Marcy rushed downstairs, nearly tripping a few times while Sasha took her time, not only because she was injured, but also since she noticeably hasn't been in a good mood since she woke up and wasn't looking forward to putting up with anyone's bullshit in public. Marcy rode shotgun with Anne while Sasha threw herself into the backseat with a hoodie over her head and a grim facial expression. Anne and Marcy talked and laughed the whole way there as if they forgot she was even in the car.
At the diner, they all sat down at an empty booth. Anne and Marcy on one side and Sasha on the other, alone. A waitress came and brought them menus and silverware. Sasha became more agitated as she watched Marcy and Anne share a menu and discuss what they wanted to order.
Sasha finally spoke up, gritting her teeth. "Why are you sitting with her?" Both women sitting across from her swore they could hear her growling.
"I just wanted to look at your beautiful face while I'm eating!" Marcy got up and sat next to Sasha, putting her arm around the still hooded woman's waist. "But if you prefer this instead, I'm cool with that too. Are you gonna take a look at the menu?"
"No. I already told you, I want pancakes. You can remember the exact day I started my last period, but you can't remember something I said literally 20 minutes ago!"
"Don't mind her, Anna-Banana! She's menstruating, again." Marcy rubbed Sasha's back gently.
"Yeah, August 3rd. Write it down so you don't forget! Keep an entire fucking log of it if you insist," Sasha argued.
"So do we, but neither one of us ever act like that!"
Sasha turned red and gripped her fork tightly in her hand, ready to use it on the woman sitting in front of her. Meanwhile, she only had herself to blame for Anne's wise mouth. Ever since she worked up the courage to fight back all those years ago, she had gotten more comfortable with putting Sasha in her place when she felt like it was necessary. Even though Sasha had left her narcissistic and manipulative behavior far in the past, she was undeniably still facing mental health challenges. Anne tried to be as patient with her as she could, but lately she has been taking it too far. Sure, losing her job must've taken a huge toll on her and she understood that, but there was definitely some other issue cooped up within Sasha's complicated head that she wasn't sharing, and Anne knew exactly how to get it out of her: start a fight. The easiest way to get Sasha to spill her guts was to get her pissed. After all, that's what got her fired.
"You know, I was gonna pay for your guys' breakfast, but since Sasha seems to have a stick up her ass, I think I'll just be paying for us two, Mar-Mar."
Sasha slammed her hands on the table, similar to what she did back at her office. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME ANNE?!"
"You're the problem! I didn't say or do a damn thing that I thought would upset you in any way!"
"Guys please stop fighting! You're scaring everyone, including me." Marcy had tears in her eyes.
"Is it wrong that I wanna spend time with my new girlfriend, alone?" Sasha confessed.
Ding ding ding!
Girlfriend?! Sweet little Marbles? Anne thought. She didn't know they were a thing now, but after all, they had just gotten together not even 24 hours ago.
Marcy grabbed her arm. "Sasha, why didn't you just say that?"
"I don't know, let's just get our food to-go and go home. I don't wanna be here anymore." She crossed her arms and looked over towards the floor.
The girls got their food and Anne drove back to Sasha's place to drop them off along with Marcy's things. None of them said a word the entire ride there.
There, Sasha quickly got out of the car and walked up to her apartment alone, while Anne helped Marcy bring up her stuff.
"Let me know if you need anything Mar-Mar. If this bitch ever does anything to you again, which I know she will, you're always welcome back at my place.
"Excuse me? You better back the fuck up out of my apartment before you start calling me names. If you wanna fucking fight, LET'S GO!" Sasha grabbed the silver heron sword from Amphibia that she had hung up on the wall. "After all, it wouldn't be the first time."
Anne started laughing hysterically. "You can barely walk."
Marcy quickly placed herself between them. "Please Sasha! I know you don't mean that, and you know I hate it when you guys fight." Her timid girlfriend begged for her to calm down.
"Okay Marcy." Sasha dropped the sword. "But UGH, I can't STAND it Boonchuy! You've been kissing Marcy's ass just because her webcomic is all about you."
"What?! Sasha-"
She then looked her girlfriend in the eye. "I know Anne sacrificed her life for crying out loud, but what about me Marce? Didn't I save you from that ten-eyed weirdo after it tried killing me nearly a dozen times? All I have is this big, ugly scar on my back to show for it."
"Sasha…" Marcy teared up again. "Those were actually the drawings I was working on the day you lost your job when you said all I do is sit at home doodling." Marcy wiped her tears away and walked over to her crossbody bag and pulled the tablet out, revealing all the drawings of Sasha with her swords being the total badass she was, and still is. "I'm making an entire webcomic about you now, Sasha. My other hero. My brave, strong, beautiful girlfriend. Sasha Slaybright, which is its title, by the way."
"Oh. Sasha Slaybright. I sure like how that sounds."
Anne and Marcy could see the guilt in Sasha's face. "Wow… these are beautiful. I feel so stupid now. I'm sorry Anne, for being jealous, and I'm really sorry for making you obligated to write an entire webcomic just about me, babe."
"Sasha, you didn't force me. I wanted to do it. I've been working on it since Amphibi-Anne was finalized for publication, months ago."
"Wow, Marcy I-"
"And I'm sorry for calling you a bitch Sash, but you're still flaky." Anne partially apologized.
"You'll never let me live it down, huh."
Anne shook her head. "But don't take it to heart. Your good qualities outweigh the bad ones, remember that."
"Hey Anne, you can stay, only if you want to, of course."
"I'd like that."
They all sat down at the table and enjoyed their food. Marcy and Anne watched Sasha devour her pancakes while each of them barely put a dent in their meals.
She picked up a tissue and patted her face clean. "Sorry, I know that wasn't ladylike." They both laughed at her, then she let out a loud burp and quickly covered her mouth, then there was complete silence till Sasha apologized again. "Excuse me." Sasha grabbed another tissue and repeated the process.
They all hung out for a few hours till Anne decided it was time for her to go help her parents clean the restaurant.
Once Anne left, Sasha threw Marcy on the couch and started attacking her with kisses.
"Oh, you're in for one hell of a surprise tonight, Mar-Mar."
"Wh-Wha…"
Sasha laughs and gets off of her. "But for now, let's chill. Why don't you show me one of your new nerdy video games or something."
"Oh my gosh Sash, I thought you'd never ask!" Marcy ran to her video game collection and came back with at least ten different ones, some falling out of her arms and onto the floor.
You're one lucky woman, Waybright. Don't fuck this up again.
At some point, Sasha disappeared into her room. She spoke from the doorway as Marcy was still playing her video game.
"Alright Marcy, the sun has gone down. You know what that means…" Her smirk became devilish. She re-appeared wearing the maroon teddy Marcy found in her drawer yesterday and a pair of shiny, black platform stilettos.
"HOLY-" Marcy dropped her controller and Sasha turned off the TV by lifting her leg up and using one of her pointy heels. Marcy leaned back all the way as Sasha took a seat in her lap, straddling her.
"Don't be afraid to touch me now, you know you wanna." Sasha spoke slowly and seductively.
"Uh-hhh." Marcy managed to blurt out, followed by a nervous laugh.
Marcy finally worked up the courage to grab Sasha's hips and pulled her in closer. She enjoyed how her muscular arms wrapped around her neck, how her beautiful curves felt in her hands. The thin material clung to her body like a second skin.
Sasha played with Marcy's hair. "Did anyone ever tell you that your long hair is super sexy, Mar-Mar? I'm so happy you grew it out. Now I can twist it in my fingers like this." She showed her the twisted hair around her finger.
Marcy felt out of place. She didn't feel sexy. She was only in a pair of baggy, ripped jeans and one of her nerdy, graphic t-shirts, but she felt more confident knowing what she was wearing didn't matter all that much to Sasha.
"I-I'm glad you luh-like it, Sashy."
"Uh-huh, but you know what I like even more?" Sasha slammed her lips onto Marcy's before she could even form a response. Marcy melted into the kiss and they both took turns moaning freely into each other's mouths in satisfaction.
Sasha pulled away and carried Marcy to the bedroom. There, she stripped her of her clothes and was surprised with what she saw.
"Wow! What do we have here? These look familiar! Reminds me of that trip I took to Target and thought about you."
Marcy was wearing the matching bra and panty set with her favorite Vagabondia Chronicles characters printed onto the fabric that Sasha sent her for Christmas last year.
"As much as I love the fact you're wearing my gift for me, just as I hoped you would, these need to come off, right now. Unfortunately I can't get naked because I'll make a bloody mess, but you can." The matching set disappeared somewhere on the floor in the room and Sasha looked at Marcy's completely bare skin in awe.
"Oh, since when has a little blood stopped Sasha Slaybright?"
"Since I started having to do my own laundry." Sasha ran her finger along the white scar that unevenly split her chest in half. "So beautiful." She planted a kiss on it, earning a soft hum from Marcy. Their lips then met each other once again.
"Do you think I'd be strong enough to win a battle against Sasha Slaybright?"
"Why don't we find out? Marcy Regina Wu, do I have permission to make love to every inch of your body?"
"Do your worst, commander."
Sasha pulled Marcy's legs closer to her body which made her yelp, then the battle began.
The next morning, Marcy woke up in Sasha's bed wearing nothing but one of Sasha's oversized t-shirts. "Sashy?" She mumbled faintly. She no longer felt her lover's embrace within the sheets, but she did smell something good coming from the kitchen. Marcy got out of bed and followed her nose, noticing Sasha was making breakfast.
Sasha was wearing a long, floral-patterned sundress with a pair of sunglasses on top of her head like she had gone out while Marcy was still sleeping.
"Good morning, beautiful. I just came from the store and thought I'd make us something to eat."
Marcy sat down at the table and poured herself a glass of orange juice. "Last night was amazing."
"Wasn't it? That was a great idea you had to get us both off, even if you couldn't see me naked. I feel so much more relaxed. I'm so happy I charged that thing. Besides that, all that exercise on my foot really promoted its healing." She smirked, and Marcy noticed the bandages on her foot were much smaller than before. Sasha brought their food over and joined Marcy at the table. "Look Marcy, I know it was wrong of me to freak out on you and Anne yesterday, and I don't think any amount of apologizing or sex could ever fix it."
"I mean, I'm not sure about Anne, but I forgave you the second I saw you in that bodysuit."
"I wonder if that'll work on Anne." She joked, and Marcy turned red. "I'm kidding, you're all mine." She took a bite out of a piece of bacon. "I was thinking about going to the gym and doing some lifting today, if you'd like to come."
"Sure!"
In reality, Marcy only agreed to tag along because she expected Sasha to be wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of matching skin-tight leggings, which is exactly what she did. On the other hand, the closest she had to gym attire was a black tank top and a pair of joggers she usually wore to sleep in.
"Ready to go?" Sasha grabbed her keys and gym bag which carried her large water bottle and a change of clothes if necessary, depending on how hot and sweaty she'd get.
Marcy got distracted and tripped over her own feet, falling straight onto her face. Sasha gave her a hand, helping her up. "You'll have plenty of time to stare at my ass when you're safely seated on a bench or something."
At the gym, Sasha headed to the weights while Marcy took a seat on a nearby exercise bike. She watched Sasha stretch her arms and legs and even exchanged a few winks, smirks and stares in between, especially when she bent down to touch her toes. Then, it was time for squats.
Marcy swore she was dreaming because she looked absolutely flawless. There were even moments where Sasha would hold her squat longer than she needed to, solely to tease Marcy. She then focused on weightlifting to maintain her upper body strength and give her healing foot a break. Marcy lost interest after a while and stopped paying attention.
Apparently, Marcy wasn't the only one watching Sasha because a few men approached her while Marcy was occupied by either reading something on her phone or playing a video game as she slowly pedaled on the bike. Sasha continued her workout, pretending like she didn't see them.
"Hey, I've been checking you out for a while."
"I must say, I really have a thing for blondes who work out."
"Wanna hang out some-"
Sasha relaxed her arms and cut them off. "Why don't you say hi to my girlfriend over there?" She lifted her head in Marcy's direction.
One guy just left, the other waved then left, and the third shouted: "Ew, lesbian!"
"I'm actually bi, but you're just not my type. Homophobia is ugly, like you. Show up at this gym while I'm here ever again and you'll be sorry." She picked up a weight pretending like she was about to throw it.
"Screw you bitch!"
"Not if she does it first."
As the two of them broke out into a brawl, an employee that Sasha knows very well, who happens to also be gay, saw the commotion and had the man escorted out by security. She thanked him and went to find Marcy who wasn't even paying attention to what was going on until Sasha was standing directly in front of her, covered in a pool of sweat and breathing heavily. "Let's get out of here."
"I thought you'd never say that." Marcy hopped off the bike she was pretending to ride, taking her Nintendo Switch with her.
"You brought that here?"
"Yeah!"
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, ya nerd."
"What you did last night would be nice!" Marcy enthusiastically suggested.
Sasha playfully shoved her in the arm. "We'll see, just don't keep me up too late. I have to be up early tomorrow morning."
They both continued walking back to the car and went on with the rest of their day.