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"So stick around, we'll be right-"
Click. Amy turned off the TV, and looked at the time. She'd fallen asleep on her couch about three hours ago, not even meaning to, since she'd had a long day of filing last minute end-of-year paperwork in her office. Though she'd barely done any actual chief-of-staff duties, which was a blessing and a curse. Good, because she wouldn't have to see Selina all day, but bad, because she actually kind of missed her boss.
It had been a weird few weeks since they'd come back from Chicago, and even though nobody would be able to notice the difference, Amy felt the distance. No more hugs, no more one-on-one meetings without Gary in the room. They'd only high fived once, and Amy felt pathetic about how excited she was at the contact.
"Selina, hey, it's Amy, i know you mentioned earlier this week about not having any New Year's plans, so I figured I'd call and check in with-“
Knockknockknockknock went Amy’s apartment door, and as quickly as she started the call, she ended it with “Sorry, text me back when you can.” She got up to more knocking, and upon checking the peephole, muttered no fucking way to herself as she undid the locks.
“Hi, Amy,” said Selina Meyer, overnight bag in hand, eyes misty as she stood in the doorway of Amy's apartment.
”Won’t you come in,” the blonde said tepidly, trying to decide on a next course of action. Selina came in and looked around quickly, nodding approvingly at the tiny Christmas tree in the corner.
“It’s like, one of the only things that brings me joy with the seasonal depression,” Amy admitted, grabbing a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. “Do you want?”
”Oh, no thank you Amy, I’m trying not to drink too much this week, I have some doctors appointments coming up and I want to have a squeaky clean urine sample,” Selina awkwardly chuckled out.
Amy walked over to her, grabbed her hand and sat her down on the couch.
“Selina, I’m glad you came over, but we’re not discussing anything else until we talk about what happened in Chicago.”
Selina sighed, something Amy knew that she did when she’d been caught up in something she regretted.
“Okay, we can talk about Chicago.”
“Ooo-kay?”
“Amy, I’m pretty sure I’m bisexual.”
Amy, as it turned out, took the wrong moment to have a sip of her glass of wine. Nearly choking, she managed to swallow it down despite the burn, and massaged her sternum before replying to Selina.
"Wow, ma'am, I-"
"Did I just come out to you only to get ma'am-ed?"
"No, shit, sorry Selina, I just-"
"Unexpected, wasn't it."
"Yeah, a little bit," Amy acquiesced, leaning back on the couch to get a little more comfortable. "And what does that have to do with- oh."
"Oh is right."
There was about a minute and a half of silence between the two of them before Selina spoke up again.
"And you know, I completely understand if that makes you want to not come back to the office."
"What?" Amy asked, looking at Selina as if she were speaking nonsense to her. "Why would that change things for me? Selina, you know I've been spotted in gay bars across D.C., and if it weren't for Mike fucking up something even bigger almost every time, it would be headline news."
"Amy, I don't mean that you're, you know, against the gays,' Selina sputters out. "I mean if you think it's uncomfortable the way we-"
"The way we slept in the same bed."
"Yeah. Yeah, Amy the way we slept in the same bed."
Amy looked by the door to spot Selina's overnight bag.
"Selina, why are you really here?"
The older woman averted her eyes before whispering, "I missed you."
"But you see me every day!"
Selina, having enough with the conversation, leaned over the couch and kissed Amy square on the mouth. Amy pulled away after a moment, only to see Selina looking completely crushed.
Amy leaned back in again. Selina ended up staying the night that night. And the night after that.