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“Oh my fucking god,” Katarina scoffed, flicking a kernel of popcorn at the television screen. “Is this seriously the same fucking plot as the last one? Fortune is this seriously the same fucking plot as the last one.”
“It’s a TV marathon, I didn’t pick out the movies,” Sarah snorted, tucking herself a little more snugly against Shyvana’s side. She smiled at the fond, chaste kiss Shyvana pecked against her cheek. “Stop throwing shit in my house.”
“It’s popcorn,” Katarina deadpanned from Shyvana’s opposite side. “The cat can get it.”
“Scurvy’s old and he’s on a special diet, he doesn’t need to be eating people food.”
“Oh my god. Then the roomba will get it.”
Sarah made a little noise of disapproval, but didn’t argue the point further.
Shyvana chuckled, bundling her cold-natured girls a little closer against her. She didn’t really have a favorite season per se, but Shyvana had come to rather enjoy winter. As little as the colder weather even registered to her, it often had her girls tending to far more physical affection than normal to appreciate her warmth.
“Seriously, I think we’ve seen generic big white lug actor here like three times today,” Katarina went on, gesturing at the screen with another piece of popcorn. “I seriously think they have like one plot for feel-good Christmas movies and they just keep using it over and over.”
“I offered to put on the one about Santa’s daughter,” Sarah said. “You told me it sounded dumb as hell.”
“That’s cause it sounded dumb as hell.”
“Girls,” Shyvana deadpanned, unable to keep her fondness out of her voice even with her attempt at exasperation.
Sarah said nothing else, instead taking a loud, pointed sip from her mug of hot chocolate.
“I want a reverse formula Christmas movie,” Katarina announced, glossing right over Shyvana’s attempt at mediation. “Where’s my asshole Christmas movie about a kindly small-town country boy who moves to the city and falls in love with the bitchy big-shot lawyer woman and learns to hate Christmas like the rest of us?”
Sarah gave an unladylike snort into her mug. “The whole concept of ‘Christmas spirit’ skipped right over you as a kid, huh?”
“Speak for yourself,” Katarina said through a mouthful of popcorn. “I just figured that Santa loved me more than the poor kids I went to school with who didn’t get shit from the guy.”
“Oh my god?”
Sarah elbowed her over Shyvana’s abdomen. Kat elbowed her back, harder. Shyvana rolled her eyes and gently swatted them both.
It wasn’t just for the warmth that she was seated between the pair of them, after all.
“Can you stop being a bitch for like, an hour?” Sarah asked, cuddling back against Shyvana’s warmth. “Some of us actually have thoughts and feelings and enjoy the holidays and you’re being kind of a huge letdown.”
“Shill,” Katarina scoffed, leaning down to pick up her own mug of cocoa from the table nearby. Still, she didn’t say anything else.
Shyvana chuckled, ducking her head to rub her cheek fondly against Sarah’s jaw. “I didn’t know you enjoyed the holidays so much,” she said. She gave Sarah a little affectionate squeeze around the abdomen.
“Ah, well.” A soft pink blush just scarcely dusted Sarah’s freckled cheeks. “It’s not really much of a thing, usually. ‘S mostly just that, like, it’s a holiday that likes to emphasize being with your family for it, and, y’know, it’s the first year in a long time I’ve gotten to do that.” Sarah flashed the pair of them an adoring, mischievous grin over the rim of her mug even as they both froze.
Family, Shyvana’s brain echoed, as if a child learning a new word and latching on instantly. Family, family, she said her family, family, that’s us, she called us a family—
She didn’t even notice the quavering knot of emotion in her throat that threatened to spill over as Shyvana managed to warble out a tiny, reverent, “Oh.”
Katarina didn’t even look at her, evidently finding the bowl of popcorn in her lap suddenly and inordinately fascinating. “That’s gay as hell, Fortune,” was all she said, voice starting to crackle at the edges.
Sarah didn’t say anything else, though she did grin as she made herself comfortable once again to continue watching her goofy films. If she noticed the soft weight of Shyvana’s tail curling about her waist or the shy, clumsy contact of Katarina’s fingers lacing into her own, she was courteous enough not to point it out.