#i hate this i gotta have my checklist and the bottle next to each other or sth

[nashvillehotchicken]

accidentally took 2 of my weekly vitamin d pills so im a little eepy AND weepy

[capricxs]

classy! from the drabble checklist for our loves maggie & vince 🥂

this got sent twice so i’m using it as a wildcard

“i’m going to be late to dinner.” she stated over the phone. “things got crazy at work.” it was uncommon that she was the one making these calls, but now and again, maggie got held up. and she got held up on a night they were going to a dinner party.

“want me to wait?” vincent said casually. 

“no no, you go ahead, i’ll catch a bus. it’s no big deal. you have to bring the wine and everything, and i might be later than i want to be. just send the message along.”

“alright, babe. i love you.”

She managed to get there right when the fork were digging into the plates. she apologized profusely, bringing a pie she picked up at the store as an apology. they weren’t mad to begin with but she was just being polite.

“you saved me a seat.” she huffs out breathlessly to vincent, pulling out the chair.

“of course i did. wasn’t easy, everyone wanted to sit next to me.”

maggie grins, looking at their friends. “i’m sure they did.”

“he’s a catch.” one of them chimes. “very easy to get lost in his eyes.”

“s’why i sat on this side of the table.” another says, waving his fork in gesture.

she chuckles again, sitting down. vincent’s already moving to take her empty glass and filling it with wine. she thanks him, and he pulls away to put a hand on her thigh. she looks at him, and he’s giving her a once over. more so a study of her than he is appreciating. however, he smiles when he meets her eyes like he’s pleased and goes back to his plate.

it lights something inside of her and she has to remind herself she’s at a dinner party, so she clears her throat, scooting her chair in and looking at the food set around the table, grabbing the rolls first. “so what was the topic of the table before i interrupted?”

the food was delicious. the company was even better. she always tried to get out whenever she could. she and vincent had been getting better about making plans with friends. it’s hard when you already live with your best friend and favorite person in the world. they have to remind each other that spending time with other people is good. maggie set up this dinner date. friends that were mainly her’s, but had become mutual friends over time with the two of them. they were always a riot to be around.

and all the more proof from them that she and vincent were an extreme anomaly.

“he hasn’t stopped looking at you all night.” nora says in a hushed voice when they start plating dessert in the kitchen.

she feels her cheeks blush. “he does that.”

“wait, like all the time?” she leans in. “chuck only does that when my tits are out.”

maggie snorts. “to be fair, it’s hard for my tits not to be out, and he’s very fond of that. but even when they’re not…” she shrugs. “he likes looking at me. some days i can’t stop looking at him either.”

“i hate that you guys are so hot.” she grumbles, obviously in a jesting way. “there has to be something wrong? you guys got a feet thing or something?”

“will that make you feel better?”

“yeah.”

“then yes.” she shrugs. she could talk about the nights maggie gets quiet about the way her mind ticks and vincent spends hours trying to fish it out. how they sit on the couch and he holds her hands and asks her to talk about it. how he’s so logical and clear and loving and it wears her heart down to crying in his lap. how he’s so kind that it frustrates her that he’s too much so to the people around him who might not deserve it.

but no, they don’t have a feet thing.

“good.” she sighs, taking the platters and moving back into the kitchen. “i got sweet treats!”

“is it your ass?” chuck says and they all laugh. maggie hangs abck for a moment, sipping her glass of wine before walking back in.

vincent’s looking at her the second she does, beaming up in the way he always does. she doesn’t sit. she stands beside his chair and runs her fingers through his hair at the nape, watching everyone dig for treats.

“good wine.” she says to him quietly.

“yeah, we’ll have to get a bottle for the house.” his hand reaches up to her back. “you want something?”

“yeah, i’ll have a lemon bar.” she smiles, and he pulls form her to take the platter, grabbing her one and a napkin. “thanks.”

he grabs himself a brownie and licks his finger tips, picking off pieces and popping them in his mouth. the both listen to the conversation now, hands finding each other in a soothing way. he offers her to sit back down, she states she’s been sitting all day. her knees could use a stretch.

once their bellies were all full, and the table was cleared, there was talk of a card game. they all bickered about their choices, but maggie had long since pulled form vincent to look at the boxes on the table, trying to weigh in her choice.

“you know,” vincent chimes in, “i think i got one in my car. it’s brand new i just picked it up. i’ll have to check and make sure it’s still in there.” he gets up from his seat, putting a hand on maggie’s shoulder. “can you help me look?”

she nods, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. “yeah, sure.”

they slip their shoes on and head out the door, vincent fishes out his keys and unlocks it, crossing the street where maggie pulls open the back door, beginning to look in the car. it’s not even that messy, but she’s having a hard time seeing so she fishes out her phone.

“mags.” vincent says from the front. she looks up, seeing him sit and hold up the box. “got it.”

“that was easy.” she laughs, leaning out of the car and shutting the door. “why’d you need my help?” she raises her arms in a mocked shrug, only to have her wrist grabbed, tugging her against his leg.

his thumb traces the inside of her wrist, a wide grin on his face while the other hand tosses the box back to the passenger side. “get in.”

“vinnie.” she says carefully, but her choice of name means she’s never going to say no. his legs are already in the car, gently pulling her forward. she shuffles at first. only to give in and climb into his lap, letting the door shut behind her. “you are terrible, vincent.” she whispers, hands on his chest.

he looks her over again, fingers grabbing onto the hem of her shirt. “this is new.” he states his observation. “i’ve never seen you wear this before.”

“so you know my whole closet?” she raises an eyebrow.

“i remember the things that look good on you. i would have remembered this shirt.” a hand raises to the neckline of the shirt, not dangerously low cut, but  enough to take note of. 

“i spilled coffee on myself at the meeting that was already running late. didn’t have time to go home and the store was on the way.” maggie explains, running a hand over her jawline.

his hands fall back to her thighs, looking up to meet her eyes. “sorry about your other shirt.” his lip twitches in a smirk. “but i’m glad you bought this one.”

“i’ll remember th—” he cuts her off before she can finish, holding the back of her head in his hand and kissing her hard. she’s already moaning into his mouth, feeling his other hand slide under her shirt and over her breast. “vince,” she whines, gripping onto his shirt.

“they wont notice.” he hushes.

“they probably already have.” she feels his lips start to move down her jaw, her moans only encouraging him to nip gently. “fuck,” she groans. “whatever.” she smiles, reaching a hand between them to already feel them hard.

he gasps, then letting out a chuckle into the hot air of the car. “that’s my girl.”

his hands move quickly to pull off her shirt, grabbing her bra strap and pulling it down her shoulder to tug at the cup, kissing and biting at the skin of her breast, her hands holding her close to him by threading in his hair, whimpering when he finally reached the sensitive peak.

she’s already trying to rub against him, their soft moans mixing together as their jeans relieve something like they’re some absurd teenagers getting off without their parents finding out. he’s kneading her, biting her, kissing her, whispering how good she feels against her skin. her breath is thick, she’s begging for more. he promises to make her feel good. a hand slides into her jeans. he catches her gasp with his lips and she rides his fingers. a hand presses to the ceiling of the car, and she’s saying how close she is. moving her hips with his fingers and grabbing the back of his neck to hold him close.

she finally reaches her climax at the same time there’s a knock on the window. 

only mildly fogged up, she leans into vincent to protect the part of her that was exposed.

“didn’t see anything.” chuck says. “we had a bet to see if you guys were fucking or not. half said they thought you guys were too perfect and were actually fighting.”

maggie was panting, still coming down from her climax, with vincent clutching her back in a protective manner, slipping his other hand from her pants. “did you win?”

“of course i did, you freaks.” he snorts. “you find that game or was it all a ploy to fuck your hot girlfriend.”

“a little both.” he says back, and maggie buried her face in his shoulder, cursing him quietly.

“alright,” there’s a pause. “well if you give us the game, you guys can finish whatever you were doing. you guys can just join in when you’re done.”

“sounds good.” he calls back. pushing at her waist slightly, she leans her head back to look at him, red with embarrassment. “you gotta hand him the box. my hand is uh… compromised.” 

she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “can’t believe you.” she laughs, slipping her straps back on and fixing her breasts. she leans over his lap to grab the box, rolling down the window. “here you are, chuck. have fun.” she blushes.

“you guys have fun. god knows i’d rather be having sex than playing a board game.”

“yep.” vincent grins, tugging on maggie’s belt loop to get her back. “we’ll be back soon.”

“not too soon hopefully.” he smiles.

“jesus can you guys save this for like guy’s night?” maggie squints. “don’t need to hear this.”

“sure thing, mags.” chuck nods, “thanks for the game.”

vincent gives him a nod and rolls the window back up. when it’s shut, and they’ve waited to be sure that chuck is gone, they break into a fit of laughter. “i’m not falling for car sex again.”

“don’t make promises you know you can’t keep.”

“stop.” she rolls her eyes.

“i speak the truth.” he rubs her back, kissing her cheek, then the corner of her lips, ending with a deep kiss that pulls her in tighter. it would be a while before they go back inside.