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Today drained you.
You couldn't fathom how insufferable people could be.
Stating the obvious and telling you to do something THE SECOND you're about to do it. You spilled your hot drink over your desk, your sleeve got caught against a door handle, the list goes on.
But now, you could drive back home and see the love of your life.
The only thing stopping you was every red light you met, quite a few.
When Abby heard your keys outside the front door, her body jumped up from the couch, abandoning the coffee machine that desperately (according to you) needed fixing and the toolbox to go along with it.
You were greeted by the warm orange lighting of your apartment, a contrast to the harsh white ones at work. You were also greeted by a messy blonde head practically going face first into you. Your arms wrapped around her, body going loose. She could tell what kinda day it was by the way you sighed and leaned yourself into her.
"Bad day, hm?" You nodded at her assumption, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
"Fuck everyone. How can some people be so—"
"Zip it! Uh-uh. Go lie down on the couch. Ignore the mess, okay?"
You slipped out of your shoes and dragged your shocked feet towards the living room, flopping onto the couch and rubbing your temples. You could make out Abby crossing the room to get to the CD player, the song It Must Have Been Love by Roxette slowly starting to play because she was a sucker for some romance. Half of the CDs and vinyls you had were romantic songs. (Careless Whisper had gone platinum in your living room).
She hummed along to the song before she went to the kitchen, putting dinner in the oven and coming back over to the couch, seeing you there like a dead fish. You sat up to give her room, then resting your head onto her lap. Her fingers rubbed at your forehead and at the bridge of your nose. Silence filled the room as she kept her eyes down on you.
Sleep ended up taking over you, only waking up when Abby had to slowly get up to turn off the oven timer with pain on her face as if disturbing you shot her 5 times. "Heya. Sorry, sorry, baby. Just let me—"
Your head was awkwardly yet gently taken off of her lap and placed onto the couch.
She came back a few minutes later, gently sitting you up and giving you a few kisses before you shared a bowl of warm pasta together. You leaned on her as she blew on the fork before putting it in your mouth. It was sort of embarrassing, but maybe it was the romantic music that got her like this. You could feel her eyes on you, clearly concerned by your lethargic energy. After letting you eat the rest of the pasta, rubbing your shoulder. Once you were done she looked at you with a cheeky expression.
"Don't give me that look."
"What look? I just want you to braid my hair...If that's okay.."
She rubbed her neck before sitting on the floor, back against the couch, the moment you nodded with a sigh. By the end of the day, her braid usually got messy, giving it this fluffy look. You carefully undid it, carding your fingers through her waves of blonde before parting them. You quietly braided her hair again as she relaxed, humming. Your hands then traced her shoulders, letting the braid rest in between the blades.
"You're like.. a walking lesbian wet dream, you know that?"
You actively saw her ears go red.
"...What?"
"Yeah. Those big broad shoulders and your hair.. and your—"
"Okay, okay. Thanks, sweetheart."
She mumbled with embarrassed frustration as she got up from where she was sat, joints popping. Usually she could take a compliment, puff her chest up a little, but a "walking lesbian wet dream"? That was new.
She turned to look at your proud face before leaning down to kiss you. A hum escaped her lips as your limbs wrapped around her and pulled her to straddle you awkwardly on the couch. She pulled away a little as you left a lingering bite to her bottom lip, giving you a turned on, questioning look.
"Aren't you tired?"
"Nah, that's gone."