Business Partner // Sasharcy

Sunset

"You're gonna be okay, right, Marbles?" Sasha asked softly, already at the door of their shared apartment, bags already packed. It was too late to turn back now, and the weekend long conference was too good of an opportunity to pass up, but it tugged at Sasha's heartstrings to see her lover pad to the door in Sasha's oversized hoodie, hugging her one last time before she departed. "It's one weekend, baby, and you can call whenever you want. You'll be alright. You've got your bus card, right?"

Enfolding herself into Sasha, subconsciously trying to tug her back in the apartment, Marcy nodded. "Yeah."

"Good girl. That'll get you to the library, and the coffee shop, and- hey, if that guy at the bus stop starts messing with you again-"

She cut off as Marcy lifted a hand to her girlfriend's cheek, thumb brushing over her scar. "You're right. I'll be fine."

Sasha leaned gratefully into the contact, and for a moment, they just stood there, frozen, neither daring to break it off, to go their own way. Marcy eventually did, though, not wanting to delay Sasha and have her driving late into the night. Sasha stooped down and sweetly kissed the shorter girl in farewell before gathering her bags and heading out. Marcy watched from the doorway, arms crossed over her chest to fend off the cold and the hole Sasha left as she peeled out, honking once in acknowledgement.

With a deep sigh, Marcy shut the door, hating herself for being so attached. It wasn't all her fault, though, lifetimes worth of trauma bonding you to a childhood crush was bound to result in romance. And it did. Upon returning home all those years ago, the two separated for several years, but you know what they say about absence and fondness. Eventually, Marcy missed LA too much and moved back, eager to start her adult life in the city she grew up in. Sasha was more than willing to let Marcy crash as she gained her bearings, but one thing led to another and Marcy simply stayed. This was home. Sasha was home, she always had been.

Sometimes Marcy felt like Sasha was the only person who truly understood her. Though the blonde was dismissive of her and manipulative as a teen, their journeys changed them, Sasha more than anyone. There was a soft side to Sasha, one reserved for few people- Anne, Grime, and especially Marcy, that made her melt.

As much as Marcy appreciated the fierce, confrontational side of Sasha, ready to fight anyone who even thought of giving her Marcy a hard time, the sweet side was what she fell in love with. The simple gestures, the silent, unwavering protection; remembering where Marcy left her keys when she would forget, holding her hand in busy stores because she knows Marcy hates the crowd and the noise, listening to Marcy babble for hours on end about whatever she's obsessed with on a given week. Doing all of that without being asked. Doing all of that because she cared.

Marcy shuffled back into the kitchen to start dinner, smiling upon seeing a note stuck to the fridge reading, "Don't forget to eat, Marbles. And hydrate! -S". Her Sasha. Always so thoughtful.

As she boiled a pot of water on the stove, Marcy's phone began to ring in her hoodie pocket. Expecting Sasha, she pulled it out excitedly, deflating only slightly when the caller was her best friend.

"Hey, Anne," Marcy greeted, popping in her headphones to continue working on dinner. "What's up?"

"Hey, Mar-Mar!" Anne said, cheery as ever. "You sound kinda tired, dude. Don't tell me you stayed up all night again."

"No," Marcy laughed lightly. "Just missing Sasha. And it's only been... ten minutes."

"Oh, right, her conference. Can you believe they asked Sasha to speak, of all people?"

"Well, she's always been outspoken."

"This is true." Anne paused, voice softening. "Hey, you gonna be okay tonight? I meant to ask earlier, but I got caught up at work. Frogs don't stop hoppin', you know?"