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Davia didn't like being ignored. If she took any amount of time to think about that, she'd come to the conclusion that it was definitely something she'd picked up from her time with her 'father' with the amount of times he'd up and leave with no reason.
But, she didn't particularly like looking back at that time in her life. And, she'd been getting better at it, but she still held a bit of jealousy whenever her girlfriend would pay attention to something other than her.
So, she sighed dramatically as Jackie had spent a little too much time on her phone. Childish, sure, but Jackie found it funny. Sometimes. "I guess you don't love me anymore," Davia complained, removing her head from her girlfriend's shoulder and leaning back on their bed.
Jackie slowly lowered her phone, finally looking over at her. "What's wrong?" she asked with a surprisingly soft tone. "You're not usually this needy," she observed, raising an eyebrow.
Davia crossed her arms, tilting her head away from Jackie with a huff. She was definitely feeling more moody today, but she didn't want her to get the satisfaction of finding out what was wrong.
Jackie rolled her eyes, pushing herself up so she was on top of Davia. "What. Is. Your. Problem?" she asked, emphasizing the syllables in each word.
Davia quickly abandoned her indifferent attitude in favor of letting her eyes look over every part of her girlfriend. "Hehe, I can see your tits," she said, sticking her tongue out afterwards.
One of Jackie's eyes twitched, though she made little effort to move from her position or pull up her loose shirt. A part of her enjoyed how much her girlfriend liked looking at her body after years of self-hatred. "I'll get you kebabs."
"Oh, you will?" she asked, perking up at the idea. She'd take kebabs any day, any time.
"If it makes you happy, yes," Jackie responded, kissing Davia's forehead before pushing herself up and getting off their bed. "How many do you want?"
"As many as you can make~" Davia answered, though she knew she'd only be getting two maximum.
"Yeah, sure, whatever, Davz," Jackie replied, opening the door to their bedroom, leaving it slightly ajar after she left.
Davia hummed, realizing Jackie had left her phone on the bed. She reached out for it before stopping herself. Jackie had told her many times before that personal space was something she loved. Davia had gone through her phone once while bored and they had a serious discussion on privacy after that.
Nevermind, she could occupy herself with something else. She had her own phone after all, a super computer that she could've only dreamed of as a child. So many things she could do, it was like being a kid in a candy store.
She ended up changing her voicemail greeting. She hadn't touched it for the longest time, but a part of her found it funny to record something that would definitely get her in trouble if anyone besides Jackie and the others knew her number.
She also added an extra orange heart to Jackie's contact name since she felt like it, adding up to a total of 9 so far. She wasn't sure what the limit was, but she'd probably be finding out within a week or so.
Overall, a successfully efficient use of her time. Though, she didn't expect Jackie to take this long.
"Here, I made you three," Jackie said after she opened the door, closing it with her foot. "Sorry, I got caught up talking to Dee and realized I couldn't text you that I was taking longer than expected," she explained, correctly assuming that Davia was wondering.
"Three?" Davia asked as she pointed at the plate that very clearly had four on it.
Jackie rolled her eyes, suppressing the urge to jump onto the bed in fear of dropping something. "I get one, obviously," she answered, "I made them after all."
"Oh. I didn't think you liked them?" Davia asked, her head tilted as her girlfriend sat down. She then grabbed one once the plate was in her range, almost immediately eating it.
Jackie side-eyed Davia as she all but devoured the poor kebab, only slightly concerned that she'd end up eating the skewer. "Uh," she paused to process what she'd just seen, "I never said I didn't like them, I just don't eat them often since you obviously love them way more than me."
Davia's mouth fell open, the skewer falling out. "Aw! You save them for me?" she doted, hugging Jackie before sneakily grabbing another kebab from the plate.
Jackie suspended her disbelief, something she has to do most of the time she spent with Davia, and just hugged her back. "Yeah, most of the time," she confirmed. "Also, y'know you don't have to sneak another one, right? I'm not gonna judge you just for eating," she told her, running a hand through her long hair. The end of it landed halfway down Davia's back, making it significantly longer than Jackie's slightly longer shoulder length hair.
"Yeah, yeah," Davia replied, pulling away from the hug, "I guess it's just a habit." She didn't wanna think where exactly that habit sprouted from.
Jackie watched as she murdered that kebab as well before Davia looked around for and grabbed the skewer she'd left behind. "Sure," Jackie idly replied, not thinking much about what she'd say, "that seems about right." With how skinny Davia was, the way she ate only served to make her look starving. A part of her was glad she made three now.
"Anyway," Davia said, putting both skewers back on the plate, "I was thinking I wanted to burn some stuff." She got up as she grabbed one of the various lighters from Jackie's purse. "Start the day off with a bang if you know what I mean," she added, smiling.
Jackie shrugged, grabbing her own kebab and beginning to eat. "Where'd you have in mind?" she asked, trying to sound indifferent despite her absolute love of setting things in fire.
Davia didn't seem to enjoy Jackie's indifferent tone as she rolled her eyes, all but jumping back into bed on her stomach. "Alright, how about... that one abandoned building nearby? I can guarantee you we'll find something flammable in there without drawing too much suspicion," she explained, her legs swinging above her as she spoke.
It was odd to see Davia think so rationally in terms of their arsonist adventures, but Jackie didn't mind, seeing as they'd definitely be caught if they set the whole building on fire. As far as she could tell, it used to be an important office and she doubted the company owning that land would be too keen on letting random people burn it down, especially with how tall it was and the amount of gas it would release.
"Alright, I'm considering it," Jackie replied, finishing her kebab as she thought and adding the stick to the pile. "Add on sunglasses and a quickie afterwards and I'm sold."
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Dee sighed as she finally decided to dial her sister's phone. She'd been told they were leaving for a while, but the way they said it made it seem like it'd only be 20 minutes max. It had already been 40 minutes and she was kinda starting to get a little worried. Her parents made it seem like it'd be ten before they...
No, she wasn't overreacting at all. She'd lived through this exact situation, what if they were actually hurt?
Her sister didn't pick up, giving her the default voicemail telling her to leave a message. It rang a few times, though, so her phone was at least okay. She was either ignoring Dee, away from her phone, or dead and couldn't reach it. Not too bad options overall.
She debated on whether to call her sister again before finally considering calling Davia.
It rang a few times, like her sister's phone, then going to voicemail. She sighed, going to hang up the call before she realized it was a custom message she hadn't heard before. Was that new?
'Hey, since I didn't pick up that either means I'm dead or having crazy sex with Ja-' Dee hung up before the message could continue any further. When the hell has she changed it to that?
Was that what they were doing? She wouldn't put it past Davia to go and do something like that, but her sister was a different story. It wasn't like her to stay somewhere 20 minutes extra unless she had legitimately lost track of time. Honestly, if that was what they were doing, she could see her sister getting carried away. Ew.
In the midst of her spiral, her phone started ringing. Jackie. Immediately she picked up, trying not to sound as worried as she actually was. "Sis, are you okay?" she asked, mentally punching herself for how high-pitched her voice was.
"I'm so sorry," her sister's voice immediately replied, "we'll be right back, I just... forgot the time." Her voice was fast, taking quick breaths like she'd just been running. Dee could hear someone trying to talk in the background, though their voice was muffled by something. Now that she thought about it, there was a noticeable lack of Davia speaking.
"What, uh, happened?" she asked, her question being met with silence on the other end for a suspiciously long time.
"We were, uh-" her sister stopped, "did you just lick my hand?" The sound of clothes rustling could be heard on the other end as Dee strained to hear their side-conversation.
"I got bored," Davia replied, and Dee could practically hear the smirk she had. "Putting your hand on my mouth only made me wanna talk more."
Jackie cleared her throat. "Anyway, we were just... getting carried away with arson," she told her, loud enough that Dee could hear it normally. It was hard to discern if that was a lie or not due to her sister's usually monotone voice.
Dee decided she'd just accept that answer, whether it was a lie or not. She didn't want to know the truth. "Okay, just be home soon," she responded.
"Of course, see you soon," Jackie said before hanging up the phone.
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"I think that went well, all things considered," Davia told Jackie as she put her phone away. "Also, is this your shirt or mine?" she asked, holding up one of the ones they practically threw off earlier. It was hard to see in the dim light.
"It only went well cause you weren't able to speak for half of it," Jackie replied, grabbing the shirt from her. "I'm pretty sure this is mine, you threw yours further for some reason," she added, putting it on whether it was hers or not.
"Wouldn't your sister notice if it wasn't?" Davia asked. She noted that, from the very little she could see, the shirt didn't look tight on Jackie. Davia's boobs were way smaller than Jackie's by a long shot, so it was hard for them to share clothes. Unfortunate.
"Probably, probably not. I think she'd be more focused on us getting home than what we're wearing," Jackie answered. "Yeah, this is totally mine, it fits perfectly." It would've been easier to tell if they could actually see the color, but neither of them wanted to risk getting that close to the windows.
Davia shrugged, finding hers pretty quickly. "I did toss this pretty far, huh," she agreed before putting it on. Guess she just wanted to show off how far she could throw. She thought about the fact that they were on the floor only after putting it back on, realizing just how unbelievably happy she was that this hadn't been a hospital.
"Alright, we should get going," Jackie urged since they'd found all of their belongings. "I don't wanna keep Dee waiting." She wasn't sure if Peter was up yet, but either way, her sister seemed pretty worried about something.
"Yeah, yeah, but then I want a part two," Davia suggested as she trailed behind, huffing. She knew it was going to be quick whether Dee called or not, but she still wanted more. That was something she could say about most of the time she spent with Jackie.
Jackie sighed, looking both ways before exiting through a broken window. "Why are you always so horny? Plus, you're in no place to be making demands, you're the reason we came here."
Davia scoffed, "One, you like it. Two, you agreed to come." She silently thanked whatever benevolent being was responsible for neither of them getting cut as she followed. "Is that a yes or no?"
"... It's a maybe, but definitely not right away," Jackie answered, getting in her car. God, why'd she have to fall for the weirdo?
"Aw, you usually just shut me down. Feeling generous today?" Davia half-teased, though she was genuinely astonished. She got in the passenger seat, though she didn't care enough to put her seatbelt on. Jackie would point it out every time and reach over to buckle it. Davia didn't care to mention she only did it so Jackie would be closer to her, even if only for a moment.
Jackie sighed as her face warmed at Davia's smile. Davia was her weirdo. "Yeah, I guess you've caught me in a good mood," she replied, hoping Davia hadn't noticed her blush.
Davia's smile widened, not inspiring much confidence in the not noticing department, though the smile seemed honest enough. "Guess arson would do that to you," she said, her usual cocky tone abandoned as she tried to find something to say to keep her in a good mood. Just as she was counting on, Jackie reached over, though she didn't comment on it this time.
Jackie seemed to notice her acting extra nice, rolling her eyes before buckling herself in. "You don't have to act nicer for me to stay happy; I'm happy just because you're here with me." That came out way too sappy, she'd definitely regret saying that later.
Davia opened her mouth to respond before closing it again, a very apparent blush creeping into her face. "... Really?" she asked, her voice quieter than it was before.
"... I love you, y'know," Jackie reminded her, "I wouldn't be dating you if I didn't." She cupped Davia's cheek, "I'm in love with you, I love Davia, Willow, whatever name you want me to use. I love you, got it?" Maybe she won't regret this later. It was an important conversation they needed to have sooner or later.
Davia nodded slowly, a stray tear falling down her cheek before she leaned forward to kiss her girlfriend again. When they agreed to 'be gay, do crime,' she never thought they'd end up focusing on the gay aspect more than the crimes. Not that she was complaining.
Jackie's hand moved from Davia's cheek to the back of her head, moving her in a little closer. She put her other hand on the nape of Davia's neck, a place that had always been sensitive for her, relishing in the small gasp she let out afterwards.
"Not fair," Davia half-heartedly complained as she pulled away enough to speak. She immediately drew Jackie back, suddenly hating the center console in between them.
Jackie's hands retracted, gently nudging Davia to pull away. "All's fair in love and war," she quoted, starting the car. They've done this multiple times, she already knew where this was going if she didn't will herself to stop. Dee would be furious is they took any longer, she couldn't give in.
"That's my line," Davia joked back before realizing they were actually leaving. She sighed, pouting as she rested her right elbow on the car door and leaning her head on her hand.
"Hey, I said maybe, and I never said when," Jackie told her before actually starting to drive. "It's still pretty light out and we're in a car without tinted windows," she added.
Davia rolled her eyes, half-heartedly retorting, "Oh, so you're worried about being seen but not about breaking and entering?"
"I mean, if anyone asks, we'll just say that window was broken before we got here... And that pile of ash is completely unrelated to us."
Davia smiled, abandoning looking out of the window in favor of looking at Jackie. "God, I'm dating a professional liar," she joked, putting her left hand over her heart.
"You cannot be talking," Jackie replied, pulling into their driveway before immediately getting out. "Also, please turn it off for me, love you," she quickly told Davia, leaving her in the car and going inside.
Davia watched as she left, taking the keys before heading inside as well. The first thing she noticed was Dee sitting up against a wall with her knees in her arms. The second was Jackie, sitting in front of her sister as she seemed to be comforting her. Davia couldn't help her eyes drift down to Jackie's exposed legs due to the shorts she wore. Damn, she really did need to calm down, Dee was literally crying.
Davia elected to put the keys down on the kitchen counter before acknowledging the other two. Knowing herself, she'd forget she was holding it and bring it somewhere no one would find.