#i wasnt going to do a wip wednesday on the grounds that i did not remember it was wednesday 🫶🏼

[aqpippin]

wip wednesday —

but it is sunlight (if a little early)

Gigi has barely hit the sidewalk before she feels her phone vibrating in her pocket. She grins and swipes to answer, bringing it to her ear.

“Did I forget something?” she asks innocently, unable to keep the smile out of her voice.

“You’re walking the wrong way,” Jackie whines, frustration evident in every syllable, “come back so I can show you I love you with some more enthusiasm.” It’s tempting, but Gigi knows full-well that Jackie is booked and busy today, and that she really can’t go around skipping classes just because it's some day in August.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” she sighs softly, and Jackie makes some desperate little noise that threatens to tug Gigi back home, “we’ll be done by four, then we can yell our love at each other and fall back into bed - make magic, or something.”

“The magic is not in question,” Jackie says immediately, voice firm, “but when you ate me out at six a.m., I didn’t know what way was up let alone that it was a special occasion. I would have been more insistent on getting you inside me -”

“Do not tempt me,” Gigi interrupts with a whine, “I can’t skip class just because you made the stupid decision to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“You’re so romantic.”

“Will be for the rest of our fucking lives, sweetheart.”

“I have no doubt. If you aren’t home at four on the dot, I’m calling the police.”

“Handcuffs. Hot.”

“I’m taking a cold shower.”

“You’re a deviant,” Gigi says delightedly, approaching the station, “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

“Quit it with the dirty talk.”

“I love you.” The rumble of the subway is loud, all chatter and swarming bodies, but it isn’t loud enough to drown out Jackie’s response.

“I love you too. And I love our life. And I want you, always. Just in case you need reminding.” Gigi can feel her heart stuttering in her chest.

“I know -” the subway swallows the last of Gigi’s cell service.

They think it’s probably for the best.