Ain't Love Grand? Who: Skylar and Gwen Where: Skylar's Home When: Monday Night
Gwen was unusually quiet for a change. She was barely making a sound, just sitting on the floor, idly playing with the cat as it batted at a small toy she held in her fingers.
Skylar was feeling a bit down as well. She just wasn't sure how to put what she was feeling into words right now, so she was sitting on the sofa, strumming her guitar.
"Skylar?" Gwen finally said, leaning back, so that she laid against her wife's knees.
"Yes, Gwen?" Skylar asked, setting the guitar to the side. She had a feeling that things were about to get very serious right now.
"I feel like 100% dead ASS right now, and I need to talk about it." She said with a tone too serious to laugh at, despite her... choice of verbiage.
"I'm feeling a bit of the same as as well, darling," Skylar told her.
"It's just... since I came back, I've realized a bunch of things." She said, trying to resist the urge to go into a full on Chloe-style ramble. "I love Pat, I really do. But it's... not the same as it is with you. I'm in love with you. So much it hurts when I'm not in the same ROOM as you. Pat's more... I love him, and I love doing him... but I feel like we're doing to him almost what he did to Iris."
Skylar cringed. "I know exactly what you're talking about," she admitted. "I've been thinking the same thing lately myself. I don't want to hurt him, though. He's already been through so much, with both Patience and Iris dying." And Iris coming back to life, but that was a different story.
"I don't ever wanna lose him, you know? He's important to me... to both of us... but how do we handle this?" She asked, never being the one who was good at tact or being gentle.
"I don't even have the first clue," Skylar told her with a shake of her head. "We need to do it soon, though, or else it's going to drag out and get nasty."
"I agree. I love him, and I know you do too. So... we gotta be gentle. He's... gonna be heartbroken." Gwen sighed, shaking her head.
"Yeah, he really is," Skylar said, looking down at the ring that he had given her.
"I think that's what did it, really..." Gwen said, looking at the ring. "It was all good when we just loved him, and had The Sex with him... but when he wanted to marry you... I'm sorry, but you're MY wife. Nobody else's."
"Yeah, I am your wife. I always was," Skylar said. "We just didn't remember while you were away." She couldn't believe that this was happening.
"I just... I want him to WANT to still be friends with us. I don't want him to feel like a random sperm donor." Gwen said with her typical restraint.
"I don't think he will. We both still love him, after all. It's not like we hate him or anything," Skylar said.
"Alright..." Gwen crawled up to lay in her wife's lap a bit, and smiled. "Promise me it will all work out in the end? I mean.... I lost too many people I love already. Patience, Marlowe, my father... I don't wanna lose Pat too."
"I don't think we'll lose Pat," Skylar told her, stroking her hair. "Just one of those feelings that I have, you know? Call it Slayer intuition."
"Good. I'm gonna hold you to that, you know." Gwen said with a little grin, curling up into her.
Skylar wrapped her arms around her. "I think we'll all be alright in the end," she said.