#and NICKY WITH THE LONG HAIR OMGGG

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

HEY BABE! for the kissie kiss prompts,

7 with Coxdoll because they’re also great

Omggg that is sooo Coxdoll i love it! Thank you so much for the request bébé, i had a blast with grumpy Nicky!!

7: I know we're fighting but come here (swoons)

A studio apartment was wonderful most of the time. Their bed was large, framed by hanging plants and flooded with sunlight in the mornings. Jackie could get up and walk over to the kitchen island, preparing the first two cups of mocca of the day. As she waited for the dark liquid to boil in her little copper kettle, she could still glance over at the bed where Nicky was usually still buried under a pile of pillows and blankets, muffled grumbling mixing with the low whistling of the kettle. The many pillows could be assorted in many ways, making the bed serve as a sofa to watch TV as well. And thanks to the high ceilings and white walls, it never felt too caged in. No, usually they really couldn’t complain about their little piece of heaven in the heart of Manhattan.

Usually. Because right now, the little shared space turned out to be a curse. The air was tense with the echoes of previous yells and anger, a crisp breeze ruffling the leaves of Jackies beloved houseplants. The window was opened wide, Nicky‘s frame leaned halfway outside, a cigarette dangling between her lips and her short, bleached hair pulled into a disheveled knot resting on the back of her neck. She knew Jackie disapproved of the smoking, especially in the house. This was purely to spite her for having the audacity to give her the silent treatment.

The whole argument had been stupid, really. Nicky knew she worked too much she knew her all nighters were not going to do her body and mind any favours in the long run. But a fashion magazine didn’t establish itself, and she was running behind on all the material she’d gathered at Fashion week. And anyways, it wasn’t like Jackie had the perfect work-life balance either! Why was she allowed to leave late at night for spontaneous recording sessions with Jan and her band but if Nicky so much as looked at her drafts after nine pm, all hell broke loose?

Nicky huffed, taking another drag of her almost burned out cigarette. She wasn’t ready to turn around and face Jackie again just yet. If it hadn’t been so late at night, lights speeding past on the road far, far below her, she would’ve grabbed her coat and rushed outside. But getting killed on the nightly streets seemed a little extreme, even for her.

Something rustled and bustled behind her again, the fan over the stove happily blowing away. Nicky had to force herself not to turn around to see what Jackie was doing, no, she was not going to give her that satisfaction. Not until Jackie realised that she was wrong and not one bit better than Nicky.

A heavy sigh.

Nicky‘s lips curled around the damp end of her cigarette, biting her tongue. She didn’t like this either. It wasn’t like she wanted to fight, or upset Jackie in general. But she was too stubborn to give in, no matter how sorrowful Jackie’s little sounds of frustration got. That’s what she got for treating her like a kid that could just be put into time out when it threw a tantrum! Although the goosebumps on her arms did start to make her shiver, the breeze of cold night sucking all the warmth out of her frame, only dressed in her favourite sleep shirt. One of Jackie‘s Star Trek ones, of course…

Steps, right behind her. Nicky pressed her lips together, blowing the last huff of smoke out of her nose. A steaming cup of tea was placed on the window sill beside her. It took every ounce of self control to not glance at Jackie, but Nicky managed to keep her gaze focussed on the building across the street, focussing on the dark windows there. She pressed her burned out cigarette onto the ash tray in front of her, wordlessly reaching for the cup. Pale, cold fingers grazed over tan, warm ones, long and slender, like everything about Jackie.

„You’re freezing.“

The touch lingered on for just a moment, before Nicky pulled away to bring the cup to her lips. She didn’t answer, simply let the hot steam warm her face, cheeks red from the cold.

As always, Jackie was not going to let her go that easily. Her hand found Nicky’s shoulders, neither pulling or pushing her, simply resting her palm on the other girls body, the warmth of her touch spreading faster than Nicky would admit.

„Come back inside“, Jackie pleaded, „It’s getting real cold inside too.“

„No“, the word slipped out before Nicky even realised it herself, lips curled into a slight pout. She quickly tried to hide her face behind the steaming cup, cursing when the liquid burned the tip of her tongue.

That drew a chuckle from Jackie. She shook her head, just slightly, dark waves bouncing. „Baby please“, she said, trying and failing to hold back her laughter. „I can sit in the bathroom if you want.“

At that, not even Nicky could hold back her smile anymore. She chuckled, forcing her mouth to stay in a frown.

Jackie’s other hand found Nicky’s cheek, and this time she let her gently pull her towards her. Face to face, they both leaned against the window sill, the moon and street lights illuminating their faces. Jackie’s fingertips were warm against Nicky’s cheek, and she couldn’t help but lean into the touch. The gesture pulled Jackie’s lips into a smile.

She gently tugged on Nicky’s shirt, pulling the smaller girls frame closer to her. Her lips were plump, remains of chapstick on the bottom one and Nicky knew it was Jackie’s favourite, the one that tasted like mint. Before she could help herself, the smaller blonde had already leaned in, pressing Jackie’s lips against her own, tongue running over them to taste the freshness. Mint, just like she thought.

Jackie’s hand wandered from Nicky’s cheek into her hair, cupping her head and pulling her in, a warming fire against the cold night. Nicky sighed, lips vibrating against Jackie, before pulling away.

Relief glimmered in the taller girls eyes. And love. Nicky bit her own lip, hand finding the hem of Jackie‘s shirt, pulling her hips up against her own. „I’m still mad at you“, she growled, even though her smile tells a different story.

„Of course“, Jackie purred, holding Nicky’s frame flush against her own. „Can you come be mad at me inside though?“

Their lips found each other again, this time Nicky let it linger just a little. „Hmm“, she pretended to think about it, lips curling into a smirk as her hand found the curve of Jackie’s ass. „Only if i get make up sex.“

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