Mia and her Chancellor 2 - Another Romantic Short

... The Girlfriend of My Girlfriend is not my Girlfriend

"Missed you." Mia pulled Sally close, pressing a passionate kiss onto her girlfriend's soft lips.

"You always say that," noted a grinning Sally. "We saw each other just this weekend."

"Well, it's still true. It's too quiet around here when you aren't nagging about cleaning up."

"Ha! Maybe I'd be around more often if this weren't such a pigsty!" Sally wrinkled her nose, inspecting her surroundings. Shelves were randomly filled with odd knick-knacks and books, potted plants placed wherever, and the walls liberally decorated with Chancellor Seitz prints. It was cozy, and, in truth, Mia kept her apartment in decent order. It was just that Sally had different standards. A different view on what constituted orderly and clean. "Talking about pigs; I'm getting some plates for the pizza. Should be here any minute."

Mia wanted to protest, but before she could, there was a knock at her door.

She sighed, and went to open it.

"Kirstin." Impeccably dressed as always.

"Mia." Having made an unusual effort to appear decent for her guests.

Or at least for one of them.

They watched each other, taking each other's measure, neither willing to cave and look away.

Then Mia stepped aside, letting Kirstin pass. "Sally's raiding my kitchen so I'll have to do more dishes later. But at least we can make ourselves comfortable on the couch without listening to a snarky comment about a lack of dining tables."

Kirstin smiled; rolled her eyes, and nodded. If she agreed with Mia on two things, then one was that Sally was awesome, and another was that she was too fussy about dinner. Especially if dinner was pizza.

Pizza Kirstin had been recruited to pick up on her way over; while Sally had gone ahead to Mia's.

"Dinner belongs on a dinner table; it's not such an outrageous concept. And it won't kill you to use a clean dish once in a while." Sally handed the others their plate, then pressed a tame kiss onto Kirstin's cheek. "Hi, sugar. Thanks for coming."

"It's no big deal." Kirstin dismissed Sally's comment, but everyone in the room knew that even a few months ago she would have found an excuse to avoid Mia.

It turned out to be much easier for Mia to get used to Wild Sally settling down with Tame Kirstin than it had been for Kirstin to accept that Sally still regarded Mia as her lover; her girlfriend with equal rights to Sally-access; Sally-dates and Sally-sleepovers.

That the two childhood friends never had any sex with each other helped. But only up to a point. Kirstin's dream of picket fences and two point five children didn't include an extra girlfriend—platonic or otherwise.

Luckily for Sally; or perhaps Mia; or perhaps all of them Kirstin was more in love with Sally than her neat little dream. She was willing to compromise. And then there was the fact that—

"Did you really get a new clip by Chancellor Seitz? It's so unfair. We fight for her values and she barely bothers writing a supportive letter, if it's even her that's writing it, while you get entire collections of DVDs!"

Mia grinned. "What can I say? Try and win her heart instead. Wir sind einfach verliebt! Völlig in love!" She laughed, and pressed play on the TV.

"Hallo, Mia-mein." The sultry voice fit from the speakers fit the smirking appearance of Madam Setz perfectly; neatly dressed and seated in a comfortable chair, shoe dangling from a stockinged leg.

Mia groaned. Or perhaps moaned, judging by Sally's snickers and Kirstin's embarrassed blush.

It was going to be one of those clips.