Footsteps stamp up the the steps onto the porch and the doorknob of the front door turn. Mavis trudges into the mudroom with snowflakes snared in her hair and dusting her shoulders. She closes the front door, slamming it in her haste to shut out the cold, and begins to shuck out of scarf, hat, gloves, coat, and boots. The mortal cracks the door to the mudroom and announces to the house, "I'm hooome!"
She comes out of the mudroom a moment later, looking disheveled while straightening out the hem of her faded, blue t-shirt. Her worn denims have holes at the knees and her fuzzy socks are mismatched, green on one foot and yellow on the other.
Amity is curled on the couch clutching her usual mug of tea. She has a book balanced in one hand and is swathed in cozy blankets against the cold beyond the walls of the house. She's taking a sip when Mavis announces her presence and she looks up with a faint smile. "Oh. Welcome home, Mav. How was work?" She stretches out her legs for a brief moment, probing a little. She's still not one hundred percent sure about Mavis being so close to November, but she can't really just come out and say that, can she?
"It was good," breezes Mavis, smiling when she sees Amity ensconced on the couch beneath a heap of blankets. She makes her way into the living room and lifts up the covers to scoot under them when near. A chilly, goose-pimpled body slides close to Amity beneath the blankets and a warm, familiar kiss is pressed to the Changeling's cheek. Mavis nuzzles the side of Amity's head, breathing in the scent of her hair and skin. "Mm.. Busy. Some kids busted up the range the other night pretty good. November had to get the cops out, press charges, the whole spiel."
Amity lets out a little squeal of protest as a cold body slides into her cocoon of cozy warmth, but relents a moment later as she gets a kiss on the cheek in compensation. She settles, cuddling against Mavis. Her book is dropped and her free arm wrapped around her girlfriend as the other balances her tea. "Mmmf. That sounds like a pain. We haven't had to call the cops at the hotel yet, at least. Not while I've been working there." She leans her head against Mavis and sighs. "Hope it wasn't too much?"
Mavis cozies herself against her girlfriend's side, curling there beneath the arm wrapped around her. It was nice to come home to someone pleased to see her, pleased to hold her, pleased to hear about her day. The mortal rests her head on Amity's chest and shoulder, peering up at her face.
"Yeah?" She says about the cops, sounding both intrigued and relieved that Amity hadn't had to call the police out at her work. "I wasn't there when all the shit went down, but November texted me afterwards to get out there." She pauses, hums a thoughtful sound. "It was.. strange. She waited up for me then hung around awhile. Like- It was the middle of the night."
Amity tilts her head a little, lips pursing. "She probably just wanted you to be safe, that's all." She's trying to be understanding, even if she finds rather difficult at best to assign any motives to the rainbow. "My guess is she doesn't sleep much. Or just didn't want you there alone after that police thing?"
Mavis just shrugs under Amity's arm, not able to really refute any of her points with certainty. "Yeah, I guess so," she says quietly. "It's not like I don't work nights, though. Maybe after all the excitement, she wanted to stick around for awhile." A hand beneath the blankets brushes over Amity's stomach then the hem of her shirt lifts and chilly fingertips are pressed to her skin. Mavis grins, watching the Changeling with amused, honey-brown eyes. "She was trying to get me to take time off of work to whisk you away to some resort."
Amity squeaks a little as she feels chilly fingers against her belly and then squeaks /again/ a bit louder when Mavis mentions that November wanted her to take time off to Amity to a /resort/. "She said what?" She asks, incredulous. "How did she phrase that suggestion? Why does she want you to take me anywhere? There's a moment of confused fuming. Why is November still meddling?
That playful grin at Mavis' lips grows at Amity's flinch beneath her cold fingertips. Soft, chilly touches are made over Amity's skin and Mavis' hand smooths flat against her. She purrs a noise of contentment then says in a husky, low voice, "I love the way you squirm like that." Then she tries to think about Amity's question, furrowing her brows and peering off at the fireplace. "Mm, I dunno, something about a discount for employees. She owns the resort," Mavis tacks on, matter-of-factly then goes, "What's the matter?"
Amity makes a faint whining noise as Mavis' cold fingers press against her skin. She's trapped, unable to wriggle away with a mostly full cup of tea in her hands. She doesn't want to risk spilling it all over the two of them or the couch, battered though it might be. "Shut up," she murmurs, her cheeks turning pink at Mavis' words. "You're /mean/." She mock-pouts, but doesn't try to escape.
"She owns a resort too? Sheesh. November is rather well-off." Amity says, thoughtful, then shakes her head. "I just... Mmm." How does she says this delicately. "She gives me a weird feeling when I'm around her." That's true and also vague enough to not mean anything! Good job, Amity.
Mavis can hardly keep her grin from splitting her face, revealing her neat, white teeth and the sliver-gap between her incisors. She was enjoying Amity's struggle not to squirm and spill her tea on the pair of them. That chilly hand slips higher, up to Amity's breasts. If she's wearing a bra, fingertips slide under it. If she's not, those same fingertips glide higher. Either way, Mavis teases the nipple furthest from her while watching Amity's facial features.
"Yeah," she tells Amity as if she's not casually fondling her beneath her shirt. "She owns a few of them, apparently.. Mm." Admittedly, November gave her strange feelings too when she was around her, but Mavis asks, curiously, "What do you mean?"
Amity's grumble of protest turns into a hissing intake of breath and a low exhalation as cold fingers touch a bare nipple. Why would she wear a bra when she's hanging out at home? There's a low sound from her and her core tenses. Mavis can feel the nipple growing instantly stiff at her touch and Amity's cheeks are already turning pink. She's not complaining, though.
"It's... Sorry, It's hard to explain? She just feels strange to me. She's kind of overwhelming, I guess?" It's harder to focus on giving good answers (and telling good lies) when your girlfriend is just, you know, casually playing with your tit beneath your sweatshirt.
Mavis watches her hand beneath Amity's sweatshirt, chewing her bottom lip gently while things fingertips tease and coax her girlfriend's nipple to a peak. She moves onto the other one, fingers a little warmer from the heat they've leeched, and rolls it between the gentle pinch of her fingers. She's breathing a little deeper, a little slower, trying to control her breaths.
"It's fine, I get what you mean," agrees Mavis, sounding very much distracted because she is very much is distracted right now. "She's disarming.. I dunno.. But I told her I didn't want to miss the hours at work then she sorta pushed the issue. Like, am I doing a bad job or something?"
Amity squirms and finally has to twist around in Mavis' arms with a breathless laugh. "Okay, okay, God. I need to put this down before I spill my--" She gasps at the sensation of the gentle pinch against her nipple. "Before I spill my tea!" She concludes and wiggles over she can reach out to put the mug down.
"...if you were doing a bad job, she'd just fire you right? Not try and convince you to go on long vacations." She frowns. She's not sure what November's whole deal is right now. Is she trying to /help/ them? That's what she claimed, anyway. "It's weird," she concludes.
Mavis busts out giggling when Amity turns to her, relenting, and she slithers her arms back then crosses them over her chest. The dusky-skinned mortal grins at Amity, mischief and triumph dancing in her eyes as the Lost finally sets down her mug of tea.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." She just shrugs about all of the November stuff, sliding back over to Amity. Mavis slips onto her knees, then straddles the Changeling's lap and lowers herself down onto it. The blankets are all tangled up around her hips now, but Amity had Mavis to keep her warm. Her hands move to the blonde's shoulders, fingers curling and thumbs brushing Amity's collar bones. "It did seem weird, but oh well. That's November for ya."
Amity leans back against the couch with a low sigh, her arms draping around Mavis' lap once the mortal moves to straddle her. She smiles, banishing anxious thoughts for a moment as she marvels in the reality that this woman is her girlfriend. It's crazy. But she loves it. She loves /her/, though maybe not like. In a big L way yet? Anyway. She leans forward so she can nuzzle in Mavis' chest.
"I don't wanna talk about November anymore anyway," she murmurs. "I'm glad you're home."
"Me either," agrees Mavis, tilting her head down to nuzzle Amity as she, in turn, nuzzles her chest. "Not when I'm try'na seduce you." She hums a low, contented, "mmmmmnn," then places a kiss over her girlfriend's blonde head. "I'm glad to be home, too. I missed ya."
Amity wraps her arms around Mavis a bit tighter and squeezes her tight. She just wants to sit here like this. Enjoy the warmth and closeness and not worry about anything else for a little while. "Missed you, too," she murmurs.
She curls her arms around Amity's shoulders and relaxes against the blonde. "This is nice," says Mavis after several long seconds of this then she starts squirming to get a hand into her pocket. Her phone is shimmied free and then Mavis curls her arms back over Amity's shoulders, unlocking the screen. "Pizza? Or should I call Chinese? We should really stop ordering, but ffuuuckk... Can either of us actually cook?"
"I can cook," Amity says, sounding a touch offended by the insinuation. "We just need to go grocery shopping at some point instead of relying on left over take out..." She gazes towards the kitchen where the fridge is bare and there's little in the pantry but a few sad packs of instant noodles, spices, and the requisite tea and coffee. She's been bad at actually buying groceries and that needs to change. "Tell me what you want to eat and I bet I can cook it."
Mavis laughs again, a warm and low laugh that accompanied with a squeeze of her arms around Amity's neck and shoulders. She kisses the side of her head and peers at her phone at a menu she wasn't particularly interested in. The phone gets chucked off to a couch cushion and Mavis hums, "Mm." Pause. "I want to eat _you_ all of the time, but then again, " singsongs Mavis, "maybe that's why you're never in the kitchen cooking me dinner." She squirms. "You should teach me to cook. I mean, if it's PB&J and breakfast food then I've got you, but anything else?"
Amity smiles up at Mavis, leans forward to kiss her chin with an affectionate nuzzle for good measure. She leans back a little and nods in response. "I used to cook with my mom a lot, still remember how to do some stuff. I can teach you what I know." She doesn't /grin/, but that is a wider than usual smile for the Lost woman.
"Gotta learn sometime," comments Mavis with an eyebrow waggle. Her thighs give Amity's lap a squeeze and she squirms, distracted while they make idle, casual conversation. "Did you want to go shopping now? It's not too late an', 'sides, I always liked going when it's quiet. I'm not sure what we've got in the kitchen.. Mm, bread. Some cheese, I think," she says, trying to remember what else. "I can do grilled cheese?"
"Tomato soup and grilled cheese is always a good choice," Amity muses. "And sure, let's go grab some groceries. I'll make the soup if you make the grilled cheese?" She tilts her head, as if waiting for Mavis to answer her. "Though you will have to get off of me..."
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