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"Mmm, mai tai," the red-skinned demon said approvingly, his tail flicking and curling as he lounged. Primal laid the rest of the order, and Khalil took the opportunity to nestle closer, a smile upon his lips. At least the man beside him had good taste.

"Depends on how fast I fly~" he trailed, running a taloned finger down Primal's shoulder, "It's kind of like endurance running. Slow and steady, and all that~ I can go for a few hours if I take it easy..."

Khalil brushed back a few strands of hair. Since they were taking this opportunity to ask questions about each other, he hazarded, "How did you come to possess such unique pets?"

The gargoyle's eyes swept over the room, which was... well... far tidier than hers ever was, even on a good day. Once the semester started, all hope of cleanliness was lost. While her walls were cluttered with photos, Vanessa hung tapestries and a weapon. It was very Nessa. Nerdy. Cute. Cleeeean. The gargoyle trailed behind Nessa, waiting for her girlfriend to settle first, before determining a place for her to sit.

Fries were deposited onto the nightstand, and the two spilled into the bed. Nessa adjusted the lights to a more... tolerable level of light. Gina shrugged her shoulder free of her bag, letting the strap pool, and she unzipped the main compartment, fishing-out a fat paperback entitled "Dimensions of Human Behavior" and a purple-inked pen. Tonight's homework was simple enough-- do the reading... annotate as needed... that was it. Vanessa, having retrieved a fry, laced her arms around the gargoyle's waist.

>> ”Okay! You have your study stuff. You have your study snack! You have your study Nessa. I think we’re totally ready for some studying,”

Gina took the opportunity to exchange a kiss with the brunette once again, this time planting a kiss on her forehead.

"My study Nessa," she said with a grin, leaning over to reach for a fry, or perhaps two. For fear of dribbling dipping sauce on the floor, the first two fries were eaten plain.

"Hhhh-alright," the gargoyle sighed, nibbling the fries as she fanned the pages of her textbook, "Reading."

She quickly flicked through the pages-- oops, passed the chapter-- backtracked, before landing on the chapter of reading (that would technically be due tomorrow. Gina gave an emphatic yawn. Despite her apparent disinterest, Human Behavior and the Social Environment was one of her favorite courses-- she found the topic interesting. It was just... well... poetry had probably shortened her attention span when it came to reading.

Book and pen in-hand, Gina scootched back on the bed, leaning against her wings, against the wall, before re-opening her book.

The gargoyle listened to Nessa's recount a tad distractedly, though she nodded diligently.

"Ooo, some drawing?" the gargoyle said enviously. Most of her work was comprised of classwork and half-*ssed doodles from during lecture. Nessa's hands upon her hips sent tingle up Gina's spine. It wasn't hard for her to fall into the kiss, head-over-heels. To say that she lost herself in there, somewhere, was an understatement.

Gina's reaction to the obnoxious buzzer was slightly more dramatic, causing her to start in surprise. Her tail might've knocked a spices from a spice rack in alarm.

"Ah-" the gargoyle breathed, sliding off the counter to fix the fallen spices. Having readjusted the mess she left, Gina leaned against the counter, eyes following Nessa towards the oven.

>> ”Not that I want to question a good thing, but I’m surprised you had time to come over. I thought you might be busy with homework or studying tonight?”

Gina's gaze flicked to bag she'd deposited by the couch-- filled with good intentions in the form of homework, before flicking back to Nessa.

"World War Roommate," Gina said simply, grimacing. She'd mentioned a few times, to Nessa, that the other two ladies she lived with were frequently at-odds with one another. This often propelled Gina towards other places to study... these days, Nessa's, if she wasn't too busy. She shrugged and smiled, though, "Un-for-tun-ate-ly~"

She sang the word in a tone that was evidence to the contrary. It was not unfortunate at all. As if she needed an excuse to visit.

The red-skinned man was enchanted. He flew just behind his newfound companion, primarily to make sure she didn't suddently topple out of the sky. His younger "still learning to fly" days were filled with bumps and bruises, and even a broken arm. He'd begun by jumping off the roof his suburban house, then decided that it wasn't a matter of "too young to fly" but "too low of a launching point". He next jumped off of the two-story building of his school... and miraculously only broke his arm.

June seemed to be doing pretty well, though.

He also followed her because it was absolutely fascinating to watch someone else fly.

>> "It's almost pretty down there."

"Almost," Khalil agreed airily.

He followed his friend's gesture towards the modern-looking building, the surface of which was adorned by glass-curtainwalling. It was a glamorous building.

"You're stealing from the place you work?" Khalil clarified, tone unreadable. And here he'd thought she was just going to shoplift. Huh. He was still following her, still intrigued. This was nothing according to the blotches on his own record.

Gina balanced skillfully atop a Gothic-style cathedral, where one section of roofing met another. Her wings were fanned-out behind her, her legs splayed-out in front of her. No one paid her much (if any) heed-- the gargoyle surmised it was because she looked like she belonged there. Her taloned fingers hurriedly ticked away at the screen of her phone, penning a message to none other than "Nessa ❤" as her phone proclaimed. She clicked send, and the little message bubble raised into the text message dialog with a quiet "bwoop".



Gina smiled bashfully. It felt so casual. "Babe". But it also felt right.

Both of the girls were busy-- Hell, with Gina going to school full-time and volunteering, and with Nessa being a working woman-- but somehow they still made time to meet-up periodically, at least once a week.

A response popped up, and Gina unlocked her phone to read it. Hurriedly, a response was typed back.




They were still at that early stage of dating where Gina felt the need to ask these sorts of things. She hadn't spent a night at Nessa's place, hadn't met Nessa's roommate (who was also allegedly her brother, too?), and hadn't commandeered a bathroom shelf or fridge space. She still felt like a guest, and that necessitated an all-clear before visitng. It was only fair. It'd be a while before she ascended to "just let yourself in" status.

Pop. The gargoyle looked at her phone again. A smile. Carefully she got to her feet and, with one fluid motion, leapt off the high roof and spread her wings.



The flight was short. Only a few miles, and probably no more than twenty minutes. (Of course she could have flown faster, but she didn't want to seem too over-eager.) Gina wove her way to Vanessa's apartment, landing (once again) on the roof. Front doors were for nerds. Down the stairs, the gargoyle descended, until she found herself at the door to Nessa's apartment. Her hair had been wrangled into a bun for flying, sunglasses fastened to her head by an adjustable strap. Gina also wore a high-waisted pair of shorts, a halter tee, and a large flannel shirt over the whole ensemble. Her satchel was slung across her chest.

The entire look was very collegiate, right down to the harried expression of someone who just realized this semester would be a lot (a lot, a lot) of work. The gargoyle knocked lightly at the door, hearing no noise within, and then tucked her hands behind her back, walking on her feet. Her skin was cold from the flight over, but her face still stretched in a broad grin. Already the warmth of the inside was working its way into her bones.

Gina heard footsteps in and straightened to attention, her eyes lighting.

The gargoyle was putty in the older woman's hands. Led by a hand caressing her chin, she found herself guided into a kiss. She leaned into it, a smile curling at her lips. Sure, she'd kissed plenty of people, but it'd been a while since she'd felt that spark. One hand steadied the gargoyle, but the other lightly touched Vanessa's neck. This was exactly what she wanted.

Gina didn't want to stop kissing. Most of the beachgoers' were watching the fireworks show anyways, who could be bothered by two girls making-out. They couldn't very well be "that couple". Nessa broke the kiss, much to the gargoyle's chagrin. But that didn't quell the smirk upon her lips. Their foreheads were pressed together, breath mingling, hearts hammering. Gina didn't move the hand on the side of Vanessa's neck, so she could now feel her friend's leaping pulse. At least she wasn't the only one who felt like this.

>> "Can we do this again? Like, a lot? A-as girlfriends?"

Gina's breathed a laugh, not at Nessa's expense, but in disbelief. They kissed. She'd asked Gina out. It felt so surreal. Was she even awake right now. The gargoyle pinched her own arm, and the corresponding twinge confirmed that, yes, she was awake. Every fiber of her body was urging her to say yes-- just say yes-- any excuse to kiss her more because God knew Gina really, really wanted to kiss Nessa again. Right now, in fact. But her rational brain tugged at the reins of her heart.

Nessa was a dear friend, but also Becca's ex. That had to break some sort of friend-code. Then again, Becca was the one that cheated... And she really liked Nessa's company, and let's say they didn't work out... that'd be one new friend, lost. Her mind was racing. The pause felt pregnant but in reality maybe a few seconds had passed.

"Yes," the gargoyle finally breathed, "I mean, yes, please. I wanna give it a shot."

Another breathless laugh. She kissed Nessa's cheek.

"Let's give this girlfriend thing a shot."

To Hell with Becca. This was what Gina wanted.

Gina breathed an “mhmm” at Nessa’s inquiry, smiling apologetically. Transitioning from night to day was always rough, since the drop in temperature usually meant that the stonelike young woman, too, grew colder. It was no worse than someone with poor circulation, but still-- she probably felt like an icicle snuggled up against Nessa.

>> ”I didn’t bring a jacket, so all I can offer is my body… For heat. I can offer body heat.”

The apologetic expression on the gargoyle’s face melted away-- she couldn’t help it, a laugh escaped her, an honest and open thing. Wordlessly, Gina seconded the sentiment-- she could offer her body. Though not for heat.

“Sorry,” the gargoyle said, quieting herself. She sounded like she meant it but also didn’t. Unless Vanessa meant it in an innocent way, in which case, Gina needed to crawl out of the gutter and back onto the sidewalk with the rest of the people. It shouldn't have been that funny.

>> ”Gina.”

“Hm?” the gargoyle replied, absently inclining her head to make more room for Vanessa to nestle. Her heart stuttered. It was the pregnant kind of utterance, that usually preceded something big.

>> ”I’ve really liked spending so much time with you lately. I liked it a lot. Like… I am not sure I remember being this happy in a long time.”

Be cool, be cool. Maybe it wasn’t. Like-like. Maybe it was just… having fun? Be cool, Gina. BE COOL. A warm smile stretched across her face in spite of herself. She rested her cheek against the crown of Nessa’s head.

“That makes me… so happy to hear,” the gargoyle confessed, “I’ve really liked it, too.”