Do you want to talk about it?
Who: Kitty and Rikku What: Being girlfriends When: Last Friday Where: Places Status: Complete Rating: PG-13
Kitty decided to drag Rikku out to see a movie. It was something they could do together that would be fun, and then they could do stuff after. What sort of stuff she wasn’t going to tell Rikku yet, but she totally planned to drag her street racing. Why? Why not?
Rikku loved going on date nights with Kitty. In advance, she’d dressed up a little, putting on cute shorts and a shirt that made it look like she kinda had boobs. She was ready to go once Kitty arrived, bouncing out of excitement on the porch.
“Oh hello…” She grinned at Rikku and pulled her into a quick kiss. “Ready? We’re gonna see that new Robocop movie, then I have a surprise for you. An adventurous surprise of adventure!”
“... that means it’s illegal,” Rikku replied cheerfully. She wrapped her arms around Kitty, and didn’t sound at all displeased at the idea of adventure or surprise. “But oh em gee how did you know I love Robocop?”
“Well… I kind of guessed considering how much You love to tinker, right? and it’s only a little illegal.” She said flushing a bit and darting her eyes. “Maybe a lot illegal. That’s why we’re taking my bike.”
“Oooohkay,” Rikku giggled. She didn’t ask too many questions, but she did like Kitty’s bike. Going fast was Rikku’s favorite thing.
She wished she was stronger so she could throw Rikku over her shoulder, but settled on dragging her to the bike. She sat down. “Remember to hold on tight.”
That made Rikku eep anyway, and she laughed. “As if I was going to not, I don’t want to fly off!” She wrapped her arms tightly around Kitty’s waist, lacing her fingers together and nuzzling close.
“Mm. I just like how you feel against me,” she replied, rubbing her back against Rikku’s front. “I love you.” She gunned the bike and took off!
Rikku would’ve replied if Kitty hadn’t taken off so quickly. All of Rikku’s words came out in a tangle of giggling and shrieking, and the little Al Bhed forgot what she was going to say anyway.
The theatre was packed when they got there, crowds milling about and waiting in line. Kitty just led Rikku past them and had the doorman scan the tickets off of her phone. The wonders of modern technology. “I’m kind of exciting. I thought about marathoning the originals but I wanted to go in with fresh eyes.”
She was determined to keep her mood on an upswing. It might make the inevitable crash in just a few weeks all the more painful though.
“Wait, what are we watching?” Rikku squeezed Kitty’s hand, looking up at her. “You never said!”
Kitty grinned at Rikku. “The brand new Robocop remake!”
Wait, Kitty’d said that. Stupid speed and Kitty’s butt making Rikku’s brain not work good. “Right, right. Do they have those little chocolate bits with the grainy ball things that get stuck in your teeth ‘cause I want those.”
Kitty’s butt wriggled suggestively. “Yep. And we need really really buttery popcorn. Salty. Extra salty. And gatorade.”
“Gator - what? What monster doesn’t get pop at the movies?” Rikku slapped Kitty’s bottom hard before giggling and running toward the theatre.
Kitty grinned and ran after her. She paid for their drinks, candy and popcorn, then led Rikku inside. “Here’s the cool part. This theater lets you pick out seats, I already got us really good ones, so no rushing!”
Rikku blinked. “Whaaaaaaat? That’s so awesome! But not as awesome as the theatre with the huge seats in Japan that I went to.” She loved that theater; she could stretch out and lay down on her tummy.
This theater’s seats weren’t that big, but they reclined and were about the size of a really comfy lazy-boy chair. Kitty popped down into one. “Man, we could share a seat since you’re so tiny and I’m small too.”
“I feel like I should have a dog or something with me to keep warm and use up the space,” Rikku grinned. She swung her feet girlishly, slurping at her drink.
Kitt laughed, and reached over to take Rikku’s hand. “The drink holders are refrigerated, too. I love this theater!”
“Seriously? That’s fancy!” Rikku wondered how they worked and wished she had time to get under the chairs and check. And that the floor wasn’t sticky.
“Yeah, there’s something in the plastic. Stick your hand in!” Kitty demonstrated, and the refrigeration chilled her hand. “That’s so cool.”
“I wonder what they use,” Rikku murmured. She pursed her lips, pulling out her phone and making a note to herself to experiment with cooling systems for her own chairs at home.
She grinned at Rikku. That was so cute what she was doing. Before the movie started, an usher walked in front of the screen to warn them that using phones would get them kicked out of the theater. “This theater rocks,” Kitty whispered.
“So it does,” Rikku replied, turning her phone off and sticking it into her pocket. Then she snuggled close to Kitty, head on her shoulder, ready to watch some robot cop do some stuff.
And robocop did a whole bunch of violent stuff. Kitty half-paid attention. Rikku was warm and comfy, but February wasn’t really a very good month for Kitty. She found herself crying at parts that should only make her sniffle.
Saying nothing, Rikku figured they’d talk about it when they weren’t in the middle of a freakin’ movie theater. She squeezed Kitty’s hand, but wondered why she felt so sad herself. Kitty’s sadness getting on her, she supposed.
She put her arm around Rikku and snuggled in. The movie was kick ass and so much fun, that she happily got into the violence. “I bet we could build our own robocop.”
“Probably! I just don’t want to involve a real person in it, though. Make it more robot than dead cop from Detroit,” Rikku agreed. She was chipper, but Kitty was sad and it made Rikku a little pensive.
“Yeah a robot is better. Maybe we could program it to be a learning one. I’ve actually got old parts of a sentinel. Had to wipe it of course, but I can use that to build a brain.” Which wasn’t dangerous, not at all.
“What’s a sentinel?” Rikku looked up at Kitty. “And you’re sad, what’s wrong?”
“Big robot that likes to kill mutants,” Kitty said, shrugging a shoulder. “Ran into a few smaller ones and one epically big one. That terrorist attack on San Francisco back in 2012.” She ducked her head. “I’m not sad.”
“Are so. Do you want to talk about it?” Rikku knew she could leave things alone if Kitty wanted to, but she wasn’t sure if Kitty would truly want to.
She folded her arms stubbornly. “I don’t want to ruin our date. It’s stupid, that’s all. But uhm...do you think we can celebrate Valentine’s Day a little later? That weekend is kind of stupid bad for me.”
“Of course, and if it’s bothering you it’s not stupid. What’s wrong?” Rikku looked at Kitty, hands on her hips, equally stubborn.
Kitty looked down at her arms. “The sixteenth. It’s been one year.” She didn’t think she needed to what the anniversary is. “I’m trying to hold it together, for both myself and the kids.”
“You shouldn’t have to, though. Do you want to take a day off and just spend it by yourself? I’ll take the twins and you can do whatever you need to.” Rikku looked up at her girlfriend and smiled. “You try to hide your feelings too often.”
“It’s a bad day for them too, so it can’t be that Sunday,” Kitty said, shaking her head. She couldn’t ever let her own bad mood impact the twins’ grieving process. “But that might be a good idea.”
“You should have a day where you can be sad and do what you have to do. Just let me know when.” Rikku got it; she’d done the same thing for about five years after her mother had passed.
“You’re so understanding, Rikku.” Kitty pulled her close, kissing her lips lightly. Less of a tease - she wasn’t in the mood for more than that, though that would probably change after street racing. “I’ll make it up to you with a belated Valentine’s Day. Promise.”
“You don’t have to, really.” Rikku shrugged, leaning against Kitty for a moment. “I just ... after Mom passed, Dad was really gung ho about us having to move on and I remember one year he tried to take my picture of her, and ... grieving isn’t a one and done kinda thing. I get it.”
“Tried?” Kitty squinted a little bit, and nuzzled her nose against Rikku’s neck. “Hey, wanna have me scan it? We can clean up the picture and make it good as new.”
Rikku smiled, shaking her head. “I don’t know, I kinda like it being worn. It reminds me of her. She liked things that were used, said they had more character.” It was where Rikku got her scavenging tendencies.
She nodded her head. “I understand. I wouldn’t mess up your original, but I was thinking you could put it on your phone. Nice and clear and pretty for your phone, but worn like a memory when you hold the real one.”
“I’d like that,” Rikku smiled. She tiptoed a little to kiss Kitty, squeezing her hand. “You’re a good person, Kittykitty. You shouldn’t feel so guilty all the time.”
“It’s just the way I am,” she pointed out, laughing softly. “Come on, we’re going street racing. I need something dangerous and potentially deadly right now!”
Rikku sighed. “You take a lot of looking after,” she chuckled. But she went along with her girlfriend, doing it out of love.