The Way She Loves Her

Chibby Part 1

It's the way Batchi pouts.

Although the butch will forever deny it, she uses her infamous puppy dog-like brown eyes and jutted lower lip like a weapon.

Between the two of them, Abby can fully admit that she has the more explosive temper. And when she's mad at Batchi and then her partner uses that pout o hers?

She melts. Like a butter in overheated pan.

It usually end with her sighing in defeat and cursing the world for the unfairness of it all before she accepts Batchi's charming words and sweet kisses that wash any emotions but love.

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It's the way Abby makes her lunch.

(On the days she does bring lunch to work.)

It's quite ridiculous, really, because she's THE badass of their company and she shouldn't brown-bagging it. 

Abby brings her feet back on the ground, securing her with the thought of someone out there is making these adorable little lunches. This is what's inside:

Three half-sandwiches (her partner makes sure to take off the crust), a tumbler of orange juice and salad (she can make out a smiley face out of the tomatoes). It's both embarrassing and incredibly romantic.

And so it usually ends with her counting down the minutes until lunch hour, ransacking her backpack excitedly like a child (much to her best friend's amusement), because Abby usually leaves a note on a napkin that says something like: I'm so lucky to have you in my life. No matter what people say, I will always and forever love you.

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It's the way Batchi helps with dinner (by butchering their meal's ingredients).

 Okay, so maybe butcher is a harsh word— slash, perhaps?

She usually watches her husband hack and viciously stabs vegetables (carrots particularly suffer the worst of it) before she intervenes.

Batchi will then call out to their daughter— Marinelle, kind and so wise even as a child— to set the table, pours orange juice (even dinner, yes), lowers the light and watches Abby prepare their meal.

But some nights— the best nights— when Marinelle is too tired because of her school play rehearsals that she has to eat a quick meal before falling asleep and then Batchi will walk up to her wife whilst the latter cooks, wrapping her arms around her and resting her chin on Abby's shoulder.

It's a simple gesture, but Abby finds it oddly sexy. Like. . . Batchi can't keep her hands off of her for the short time it takes to make dinner.

And this is helpful.

Because it ends with Batchi scratching her a part of their meal, or keeping their conversations light and short on purpose because the faster they're done eating, the faster they can peel away their clothes and ravish each other's body.

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It's the way Abby tells her goodbye in the morning.

Ever day they wake together, dress together, and eat together. When Abby is watching the T.V. for some morning news and Batchi is applying wax on her short hair. 

Most days, after Batchi steps out of the shower all wet and partially covered (her towel is wrapped around her fucking waist, it should be illegal) and looking so damn irresistible Abby can barely see straight, she'll push her Mister back on the bed and have her way with this charming and handsome and insanely hot woman.

It usually ends with Abby saying I'll see you at six (or five, or seven, or any other specific time); and if she just says "I'll see you later", "later" seems so far away. And, well, Batchi just misses her.

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It's the way Batchi warms her up.

Not just her heart because. . . gods Batchi warms it up all the time.

But her hand and feet.

Each night, when they go to bed, her hands and feet get so cold, she can't fall asleep.

Batchi flinches every night their skins touch, the shock running straight up to her body. A complaint is on her lips every time, but she never voices it.

It usually ends with the assistant organizer tucking her feet under hers, intertwining their hands, and whispering things like we should buy you some gloves, baby, because I may be too hot to handle into her giggling wife's ear.

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It's the way Abby argues hours after hour with her.

Not about who gets to drop Marinelle off or who gets to pick her up at school.

No. 

Abby will ague for days on end to prove one thing: that she loves Batchi more.

It's quite ridiculous, really, because they both know she's loved Abby the longest. And she puts up with Abby's bouts of jealousy more. And lets her win more.

But it always ends with Batchi surrendering, telling Abby that she's right: she loves her more.

(Batchi does this because... well, she loves Abby more.)

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It's the way Abby possesses her heart.

Because Abby Luna can be mighty possessive.

Whenever they're in public, she overuses the words "mahal." Especially in front of other women.

(Like the way Batchi can't keep her eyes off of Abby and her gorgeous face is not enough of a signal that she's taken. Or the fact that her hand never leaves Abby's.)

But even in the comfort in their own home— their own room, their own bed— Abby will lean over, kiss her lips, pull away and say, "I like that you're my partner. I like that you're mine."

And it usually ends with Batchi saying back, simply, "I like that you're mine."

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A/N: It's short, I know. But my head is swimming with equations and aeronautical stuff and alcohol and hey at least I updated? Jk. Review. Please?