I’d hate for you to break your hip
Who: Jaina and Neena What: Donuts and coffee oh my When: Shortly after Neena got out of the pokey Where: Neena's Status: Complete Rating: PG-13 for light flirting
Jaina hadn’t been sleeping well, spending most of her time workingin order to avoid sleeping and potentially advance the cliffhanger that was her dream life.
But that didn’t mean she was unaware of certain peoples’ return to freedom, nor would she let Neena come home sans welcome.
To that extent, she crafted a welcome home basket with about everything she could think of that Neena might want or crave.
Including a box of Dunkin Donuts.
She applied some coverup to the bags under her eyes, and then drove to Neena’s and knocked once she was at the door.
Thankfully for Neena, her time in lockup hadn't been that long. A month or so still felt like forever when you were the type of person who had trouble putting down any roots, but Neena had spent most of it in intense physical therapy.
Which was why, when Jaina knocked on her door, she was able to walk over to the door and open it without being on wheels.
She smirked at Jaina, "You brought me a gift basket? Really?"
“Really.” Jaina raised her chin and her eyebrow in challenge. “I could turn back around, eat all these donuts myself, and just toss the raisinettes in the trash.”
Smirking, she turned around like she was going to do just that.
Neena quickly reached out and snagged her fingers into Jaina's shirt to stop her from running off with all of those delicious goods. The donuts especially smelled amazing and fresh, which was a luxury she'd been denied while she'd been in prison.
"Heeeey, not so fast. Literally not so fast. I might fall over if you keep walking. You wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you? Plus, you know I'm always a whore for donuts and raisinettes."
“I’d hate for you to break your hip,” Jaina retorted with a smile, and allowed herself to be snagged and then dragged into Neena’s house. “Have you been doing your exercises, do you need help? Did you get any prison tattoos?”
Okay she had a thousand questions.
"Yes, probably, and if you keep making jokes about me breaking my hip like some kind of old granny you're never gonna find out," Neena replied, snorting a bit as she headed back inside.
She'd never even thought about getting any extra tattoos than the mark that her dreams had already put over her eye, but if Jaina was into that kind of thing...
Well, it was worth getting over her general qualms with needles to consider, anyway.
“I’ll keep them to myself, though I do like older women most of the time,” Jaina replied. She closed the door behind them, observing Neena as she moved. Nothing appeared to be bothering her that Jaina could tell and it was a relief. While she worried about the woman’s mental state still, she at least had one less thing to worry about.
There was a cane leaning against the couch that they passed while heading into the kitchen, but judging from the dust collected on it, Neena rarely used it. Her steps seemed confident, and she seemed to be more or less her old self as she opened up the fridge. “Beer? Water? The only other thing I have to offer drinks wise is coffee.”
There was a brand new keurig on the counter and a stack of coffee, though that begged the question of what had happened to the old one. “I can’t be THAT much older than you. And hey, medically I’m like 28 now.”
“Coffee and donuts go perfectly together, don’t you think?” Jaina lifted her eyes from Neena’s legs (and butt, she was honest with herself), back up to Neena’s head. Sometimes she wondered if she ever really managed to break through Neena’s barriers. Or if was even her place to.
But if Neena was really her old self and not putting up a front, Jaina was in no mood to dig around today.
Once again, eyes on that ass. “I’m noticing ...So you’re what, 28 going on 38? Magic does the same thing to me, I’ll probably look thirty well into my … I’m not actually sure.”
Aegwynn had lived a thousand years, but she’d also been a Guardian. Other mages could live 3 or 4 times their normal life span, though, depending on how strong in magic they were. Jaina was fairly certain she could see a third century if not a fourth.
“I figure eventually my face will catch up. Fuck, I’m not actually sure to be honest. The alien did some weird shit, and I stopped asking questions in both places a while ago. I guess it’d be pretty fun to stay 28 for an extended period of time. It makes the job easier, now that I can do the job again. But part of me still misses that older body. Mine, you know. Before the dreams started.” Even with its shrapnel issues and assorted scars.
Neena didn’t even have much of a scar to show for the last year she’d spent in a chair. That one irked her every day. But she shrugged it off and popped Jaina’s favorite blend into the keurig. “I got you a coffee mug. It’s got snowflakes on it.”
She pulled it out of the cupboard and held it up. “Since you drink it here so often.”
“I actually… kind of get that.” Jaina didn’t talk about it much, but she often felt a little bad about her body. Not so much low self-esteem, but she did feel a little ...frumpy… sometimes. And she used to loathe the freckles on her chest and neck. But her dreams had made her a little more curvy in the right places, and more toned.
“I used to be a little more frump...you got me a mug?” She stared at it, feeling unexpectedly emotional. It was a simple enough gesture but with the directions her dreams tended to go in it made Jaina feel connected in a way she couldn’t put to words. “It’s got snowflakes! It’s so cute!”
“I Uh-yeah.” Neena glanced at the coffee mug in her hand as if she suddenly wasn’t entirely sure of its purpose in her life. It was kind of a step, she realised. If Aria hadn’t moved away, would she have gotten her one, too? Logan didn’t even have a favored beer glass.
Granted that was mostly because he drank it straight out of the can.
She nearly started up the coffee maker without the mug in place under the spout, before correcting herself. “Well yeah. I mean. You’re here so often, right? It makes sense. And it was either snowflakes or some kind of pastry reference.”
Jaina came around the kitchen table. “I think it’s lovely, and you made the right choice.” Unable to help herself, she leaned down a little and kissed Neena on the cheek. It was a short, sweet sort of kiss, and she stepped back, smiling and trying to pretend she hadn’t managed to fluster herself.
“So uhm. Thank you.”
Soft, sweet, and definitely a little too short for Neena’s tastes. The kiss was also unexpected for some reason, so that she found herself bracing a hand back against the counter to keep from falling.
Why did her knees suddenly feel so weak? The keurig made a sputtering noise next to her as if it was mocking her. It would be a miracle if she didn’t spill that coffee all over Jaina. Thankfully, she had luck on her side.
She forgot if Jaina liked cream and sugar in hers, but she managed to get something of her confident swagger back by the time she lifted the mug up and swung it over. “You’re a tease. Take your coffee.”
Jaina took the coffee, unable to really focus on anything else, except to maybe shift the way she was standing, mostly for Neena’s benefit to see down her shirt.
“I’ll uhm. I’ll parcel out the donuts.”
She wondered why it was so much easier to speak when the words were between their thighs.
Words were always an impossible thing. Neena had never known the right ones to say at any point in her life. Talking had screwed up more than it had ever solved, and she sometimes wondered why people bothered with words when actions always seemed to get the job done.
“Parcel out, eh? I don’t recall saying I’d share. But fine… You’ve caught me in a rare good mood.” Neena glanced at the box, pointing at one of the filled donuts that always made such a mess. “You can have that one. Maybe some powdered sugar will get into inconvenient places and I can help you with that.”