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12:00 PM.
“When’s the show again?”
“Two hours from now so you better get ready. You know how hard it is for you to be on time.”
Tobin sighed from where she slouched on the couch. “Uhm, no? I know how to be punctual.”
“Once and that was to a new kids interview,” Christen brought up the time when Tobin wasn’t actually late. And that, for Tobin, was something she would never forget. Other than meeting Christen, of course.
Tobin picked herself up and sat up straight on the couch. “Okay, you got me there.” She started to plan her outfit in her head so that she’d save more time. Until she realized that she doesn’t know what to wear. “Chris-“
This time it was Christen’s turn to sigh. “Let me guess, you don’t know what to wear?” she asked as she sauntered to where Tobin was sitting, and plopped down in her lap.
Tobin placed a kiss on Christen’s temple. “You know me so well,” she smiled at her, teeth as blinding as always and the corners of her eyes crinkled in the way Christen has always loved.
Christen just shook her head. “Nope, you’re just too predictable,” she said. “You’re just so… Tobin."
“Alright, alright, that would be enough. ” Tobin saw the horror in Christen’s eyes as she hashed out a ghastly Hamilton reference. She thought, that two can play at that game.
Christen sat up on Tobin’s lap, making sure to grind a little bit on Tobin’s lap for good measure, and returned a mischievous look into her favorite honey brown eyes. “You’re gonna have to try harder, babe. It’s not like that joke blew us all away. ”
Tobin’s eyebrows quirked up in surprise. She quickly regained her bearings and thought of another pun, though. She inched closer to Christen’s ear and placed a tiny kiss just below it for added effect. “But can you say no to this?” she challenged as she wrapped her left arm around Christen’s waist and pulled her closer in to herself.
Christen arched her back, rubbing her ass ever so slightly on Tobin’s lap. “Ready to take a break yet , Tobin?”
Fuck. Christen was giving it back to her and she doesn’t know whether to give in or to go on.
While Tobin was having a crisis, Christen just grinded against her girlfriend like it was no big deal. The noises that came out of Tobin’s lips spurred her on.
It was a while before Tobin spoke up. “How did we go from making Hamilton puns to this?” she groaned. She ran her free hand through her hair to show her frustration.
Christen stopped any and all motions, and threw Tobin a smirk from behind her shoulder. “Hey, you started it.” And making sure she wanted Tobin to suffer for what she did, she wove out of Tobin’s grip and stood up. This left her girlfriend to sit there high and dry as ever.
It definitely worked, otherwise Christen wouldn’t be satisfied with the wide-eyed, jaw hanging look that was Tobin’s face. “Babe, get back here!” Tobin shot her hand out and immediately grabbed Christen’s. She tugged it and caused Christen to fall back into the position she tried her best to get away from. “Can we just sit here and jam out to ‘Wait For It’?”
Christen laughed at the suggestion. “Sure, why not?” she answered sarcastically. “We certainly won’t be late, considering that we only have an hour and a half left to get ready.” Tobin, however, wasn’t able to pick up on her sarcasm and immediately unlocked Christen's phone to put the song on. Christen shook her head at the toddler within her girlfriend. “Absolutely unbelievable.”
But it’s not like she was able to contain herself when she heard this particular song play. It was a good song to get down to, despite the fact that it’s a song about one of America’s founding fathers.
Christen swayed back and forth to the beat, and every time the beat dropped, she would do so more fiercely. The dance going on in front of her was so cute, Tobin couldn’t resist opening Christen’s Instagram and swiping right to open the camera to post on her story.
Hamilton doesn’t hesitate
He exhibits no restraint
He takes and he takes and he takes
And he keeps winning anyway
He changes the game
He plays and he raises the stakes…
Everything about this, the light flooding from Christen’s apartment windows, the way the LCD from Tobin’s phone captures forms shadows that contours Christen’s face further, and the sheer cuteness that was Christen Annemarie Press, made Tobin want her back to never heal so that she can stay with Christen like this whenever she wanted.
She captured on camera everything that she wanted to immortalize. The way Christen would stray her gaze from the lyrics Tobin’s phone so that she could smile at her filled Tobin’s heart with so much love, she could almost burst.
And if there’s a reason he seems to thrive
When so few survive, then goddamnit—
I’m willing to wait for it! (Wait for it!)
I’m willing to wait for it!
Life doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints,
It takes and it takes and it takes…
Christen was finally able to stop singing along after twelve replays of the song. Not that Tobin minded. She was helpless.