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1.
Lucy Tara was not a girl that dreamed of her wedding day. She wasn’t against it. She didn’t hate the idea of it or anything. She just didn’t agonize over details of a future date with a future person. She didn’t fantasize about white dresses or fancy receptions. There was no reason. There were fleeting thoughts here and there, sure. But, there was no binder of potential wedding plans or bridesmaid dress patterns or any of that crap. She left all of that to her sister. She had lived it during her sister’s over-the-top nuptials and it was all nonsense. All of it.
And then Kate Whistler happened.
And, holy fuck, did Kate Whistler happen.
Kate Whistler happened over the course of a weekend. The most perfect weekend imaginable. A perfect weekend in a perfect bubble of incredible sex, eating, laughing, and purposely not talking about anything other than movies and how they each liked to be fucked.
That’s when, for the first time, Lucy very distinctly thought, I could marry this woman . There she was, straddling this unbelievably hot, charming blonde that obviously wanted Lucy as much as Lucy wanted her back. Without warning, she looked down and realized she wanted something else . Her heart or soul or whatever the hell it was that betrayed her at the moment, wanted something more with this particular person. She dismissed it almost immediately because it was night two of a one-night stand. It wasn’t real. It was just fun. The entirety of their time together was built to be meaningless. It was nothing. No promises or strings attached. And marriage ? Fuck, that’s all promises and strings.
Nope.
So, she did exactly what she should do in that situation, she guided Kate’s (if that was even her real name) hand to her pussy and pulled up three fingers and sunk down to a feeling of pure euphoria.
2.
It was Thursday. The second time was a Thursday. Lucy remembered because it was Thirsty Thursday and Thursday Night Football and Thursday bonus junior wings night. Kai and Jesse had been feeding her beers at their pace and she didn’t remember the drunk text she had sent, but she sure as fuck remembered Kate walking into that bar. It was late, but she was still dressed from work. She had the dark gray suit on. The one that makes Lucy feel things. Fuck, she was so goddamn beautiful.
She leaned her head back against the back of the booth and grinned as she watched her perfectly put together, super secret, quasi friend-with-bennies navigate through the crowd of drunk football fans.
Kate slipped in next to her, glanced around for Kai and Jesse and then smiled brightly when she realized they were across the bar at a dartboard. “Hey there,” she said.
“You didn’t have to come down here,” Lucy said, leaning over to shamelessly get a whiff of her perfume. “But, glad you did...”
“Well, you did invite me,” Kate said. “I think. There were a lot of heys, beer emojis and exclamation marks, but I’m fairly certain it was an invitation.”
“I missed you,” Lucy said, doing a great job of not slurring if she said so herself.
“Yeah. I thought you might need a ride home,” Kate said with a shrug.
“Oh,” Lucy laughed and nodded with exaggerated movements. “Probably absolutely yes maybe, but I could have gotten a ride home with anyone.”
Kate angled forward so she could get a better look at Lucy’s face and lowered her voice to nearly inaudible, “Maybe I wanted to give you a ride home.”
“You did?” Lucy asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Your home,” Kate explained. “Where I will drop you off and then go to my home.”
“Aww, too bad,” Lucy said with a frown. “Not nearly as much fun.”
Kate tsked and arched her eyebrow. “It really, really is too bad.”
Lucy snorted, “You wanna beer?”
“No,” Kate replied. “I have to work tomorrow morning.”
“Me, too.”
“Well, you might have a headache.”
Lucy bit her lip and swallowed when Kate adjusted herself in the seat and brushed against her. “You look good.”
“You, too,” Kate told her. “Aside from the glassy eyes and what is probably nacho cheese on the corner of your mouth.”
Lucy’s tongue darted out to lick it and then confirmed. “Yep.”
“What’s the score?” Kate asked as she gestured toward the wall lined with television screens.
“The ‘boys are losing.”
“Well, that sucks,” Kate said, patting Lucy’s thigh under the table.
Lucy couldn’t help the dopey smile that crossed her lips, “It’s okay. We can go.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, thank god,” Kate sighed as she started scooting back out and held her hand out to help Lucy as well.
Lucy reached out and clasped their hands. Kate let her and even held up their joined hands when she motioned toward Jesse and mouthed taking her home .
He gave them a thumbs up and didn’t pay much more attention.
Kate led them back through the bar, outside into the warm air and opened her car door. Once Lucy settled in, she leaned back in and grabbed the seat belt to stretch across.
“Hey Whistler,” Lucy said as she watched her.
Kate didn’t stop until she heard the click of Lucy’s seatbelt. “Yeah?”
“Just wanted to let you know, I’m probably gonna marry you one day.”
Kate glanced up, laughing. “Wow, you’re really drunk, aren’t you?”
Lucy laughed along, but realized she wasn’t nearly as drunk anymore. “Yeah.”
3.
The cool breeze that flowed through the open windows chilled Lucy’s bare back enough to make one eye crack open. She grabbed for the sheet that was draped across her hips and groaned out a faint, “Nooo,” as she pulled it up just under her chin.
“Hey,” Kate said softly with a gentle kiss to Lucy’s forehead. “Good morning.”
Lucy yawned as she snuggled closer, tucking herself under Kate’s chin. “Hm. You’re warm,” she said as she burrowed further. “Perfect.”
“Coffee?” Kate asked. “I’ll get up and make you some.”
“Nuh uh,” Lucy protested, throwing her leg over Kate’s hip to trap her. “Stay’ere. I’m too cold for you to move.”
“Luce,” Kate chuckled. “I’m not sure we can go another day without getting out of bed.”
“We’ve been out of bed,” Lucy argued. “We ate sushi last night-”
“That was in bed, baby,” Kate said. “I rolled over a chopstick at some point.”
“Oh...” Lucy remembered. “Oops.”
“Not complaining,” Kate said. “But my impromptu vacation and Tennant’s very courteous, but informal ‘take a few days’ might have run its course. We probably need to reenter society.”
Lucy shook her head as much as the pillow would allow. “I don’t think we should ever go back. We’ll stay right here. In this bed. Naked. Having sex and playing rock, paper, scissors for who has to get dressed to grab the pizza. The FBI won’t care and Tennant will totally understand. Every once in a while we’ll pull the sheets up and Facetime Ernie and Jesse, just to say ‘hi.’ I’m feeling really at peace with my life right now. And my body. I’m on a permanent workout high and at some point last night, I’m pretty sure I was entirely liquid. It’s the perfect plan. I love it.”
“Okay, for now,” Kate said, settling against Lucy. “We have a little time.”
“Hm, good.”
“Eventually, you’re going to need something outside this apartment, though,” Kate said as her nails scratched down Lucy’s back to eventually palm her ass, then drift down the thigh that was hooked over her hip.
Lucy placed a kiss in the middle of Kate’s chest, then another, then another as she drifted back to sleep. “Nah. J’you. Here. Foreva.”
4.
“Mustachioed suspect, in only a sailor hat, drove that way,” Jesse pointed up the street. “In a yellow Celica.”
“A yellow Celica?” Lucy asked, “Damn, didn’t know they even made those anymore.”
“Pretty sure, they don’t.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard to find, right?”
Lucy’s phone chimed and she glanced at the screen before holding a finger up to Jesse and taking a step away. As she answered, she heard Kate chattering away to someone else and then very clearly, “...it’s asinine!”
“Nuh uh, babe, dis ass a ten and you know it,” Lucy said to her, knowing it would elicit a laugh.
It didn’t, though.
Instead, it was met with silence.
“Kate?”
Another silent moment passes.
“Whistler, you there?”
She was there. Lucy could hear her breathing and then she realized. “Fuck, am I on speaker?”
“Uh,” Kate cleared her throat. “Yes, Special Agent Tara. Tennant, ASAC Curtis,” and then a most painful pause, “and Captain Milius are here with me.”
Jane finally said, “Lucy, have you and Jesse got any news for us?”
“Yes ma’am, we have a witness who saw...a mustachioed suspect...in a sailor hat and little else...driving a yellow Celica,” Lucy said, with the straightest face she could muster.
“Um, thanks for that description, Agent,” she heard Jane’s voice reply.
“Yes, of course,” Lucy choked out before hanging up. She was marinating in embarrassment when her phone immediately rang again and braced herself for Kate to be really pissed off. “I’m so sorry-” she started as soon as she pressed the green button.
“Dat ass is a ten. I love it and you, goofball,” Kate whispered, obviously still in the group’s vicinity before clicking back off the call.
Lucy laughed as she pocketed her phone and looked at Jesse. “I’m totally gonna marry her.”
He shot her a knowing grin, “I’ve been wondering when you’re going to ask.”
5.
Lucy heard the ding of the microwave that was heating her leftover veggie chow fun, but she was much more interested in Kate. Kate was sitting on the couch, hair still wet from a shower, ankles crossed on the coffee table and her laptop on her lap. Kate, wearing just a tank top and undies and her glasses. Kate, perfect fucking Kate.
The microwave dinging again caused Kate to turn and look over her shoulder and she narrowed her eyes when she caught Lucy staring. “You okay, Luce?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Lucy said, smiling. “Just...love you.”
“Love you, too, baby,” Kate replied easily before returning to work.
“Hey,” Lucy said after she collected her food and approached her girlfriend. “Can I sit here?”
Kate looked over the expanse of the couch and the whole ass chair beside it. “You need to sit right here?”
Lucy nodded. “I need to sit,” she pointed at Kate’s lap. “There.”
“Here?” Kate looked down and then back up.
Lucy made a hurried motion for her to move her laptop. “Yes. There.”
“Oh-kay,” Kate responded, typing to the end of a sentence, closing her computer and then placing it on the nearest table. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you,” Lucy said, plopping down, making herself comfy, and pulling each of Kate’s legs around her.
“You happy now?” Kate asked after she was done situating.
“Deliriously.”
“Good.” Kate punched a few buttons on the remote and said, “There ya go.”
“Really?” Lucy said excitedly. “But, you hate it.”
Kate wrapped her arms around Lucy and kissed her neck. “You love it, though.”
Lucy craned her neck to give her plenty of access while still shoving chow fun in her mouth. “Ka-ate.”
“Hm,” Kate hummed, lips still against Lucy. “Watch it and I’ll watch you.”
“But-”
“No,” Kate said. “Watch it. That’s it. That’s the tweet.”
Lucy was confused for a moment, “Wait, what? Babe, no. You can’t just say that.”
“Can’t say what?”
“That’s the tweet,” Lucy said. “You have to be tweeting to say that’s the tweet.”
“Oh,” Kate’s nose crinkled. “Shit.”
“Yeah...” Lucy angled back to kiss Kate’s chin. “You’re cute as hell, you know that?”
Kate’s eyes flicked to the television. “Marry or move on, huh?”
“If those are my choices,” Lucy said playfully. “Well...I guess I’ll have to marry you then.”
“Yeah?”
Lucy nodded, “Sure. You good with that? Marrying me?”
“Yeah, I’m good with it,” Kate agreed, placing another quick kiss behind her ear. “Absolutely.”
Lucy stuffed some more noodles in her mouth and then looked over her shoulder. “Um...”
“Chew first.”
So she did and then she started again, “Did we...just...”
Kate’s brows lifted. “Maybe...did we?”
Lucy stabbed her chopsticks back into her carton. “Well, fuck!”
“Fuck?”
“Fuck!”
“Okay, sorry, I mean, undo undo undo.”
“You can’t just say undo,” Lucy sighed and crawled out of Kate’s lap, depositing her chow fun.
“Luce...”
“Just a sec,” Lucy replied and walked over to dig around in her bag. She returned after grabbing something and positioned herself in front of Kate on her knees.
Kate sat up straighter, “What are you doing?”
“I love you.”
“Yeah, I love you, too,” Kate responded slowly. “You know that.”
“I love you, Kate Whistler,” Lucy said again and took a deep breath. “When I think there’s no way I can love you any more than I already do, I still somehow figure out how. Even though your ridiculous herbal skin care products take over half my vanity space, and you watch Netflix with subtitles and you rearrange my socks on a regular basis. You’re completely right, it makes sense to know exactly where my Friday funday socks are. I can’t live without that, or you.”
Kate laughed out loud. “Did you plan this?”
“Does it sound like I planned this?” Lucy asked. “No, I mean...” she popped open the velvet ring box and set it on Kate’s knee. “I just hadn’t decided how to do it yet.”
“And this is how?” Kate said and then gasped lightly when she saw the diamond ring. “Oh, wow. Fuck, you are serious.”
“I’m serious.”
Kate looked into Lucy’s eyes. “You’re really proposing?”
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” Lucy said. “I want to start planning our life together.”
“We’ve been planning our life together since Tennant’s backyard, Luce.”
“Yeah, but...officially. I want all the promises and strings attached,” Lucy said shyly. “So, marry me? If you want?”
Kate beamed. “I want.”
“You do?”
“Of course, I do,” Kate said, reaching for her face. “Yes, I want to marry you.”
“Really?” Lucy asked one more time as she fumbled around to get the ring out. “Fuck, why am I nervous now?”
“I don’t know!” Kate said, holding her hand shaking hand out and feeling her smile grow as Lucy slid the ring onto her finger. “So we’re doing this?”
“We’re doing this,” Lucy said confidently. Because, honestly...she knew all along.