Work Text:
Jane Crocker sits on her bed. She lays back, propped up by pillows and staring at the ceiling.
Roxy Lalonde lounges on Jane Crocker’s bed. She’s flopped on her stomach, cheeks squished in as she props her head on her folded elbows, staring at Jane.
“He’s just so– so stupid!” Jane complains. “He never messages me unless it’s to complain about stupid fucking Dirk! I don’t care about stupid fucking Dirk! I hate both of them!”
“Nah, you don’t, Janey,” Roxy interjects, poking Jane in the side with her pinky. Jane sticks her lower lip out in a pout.
“No. But I don’t wanna hear about it anymore! ‘Dirk this, Dirk that, Jane, what shall I do?’” Jane throws her hands in the air. “As if I’m going to tell him how to get along with my– romantic rival.”
Roxy giggles into her folded arms.
“Romantic rival, huh? I don’t know if Dirky could charm an egg into frying.”
Jane makes a small “hmph” noise and sticks her tongue out at Roxy. The blonde returns the face and then rolls over to match her friend; their arms squish together.
“Aw, Janey, don’t let those dumb boys get you down.” Roxy turns her head so her face smushes into Jane’s shoulder. Her voice muffles. “They’re stupid anyway.”
Jane giggles at the tickle of Roxy’s breath on her arm. “How could I argue with that?”
“No complaining when you have a beautiful girl in your bed!” Roxy demands. Her breath is warm on Jane’s skin.
All Roxy has to do is look up and there is her best friend, a face she’s been dying to see in person for years. Jane is just as beautiful as she had been in her shitty webcam pictures, as Roxy had always imagined she would be. Fluffy black hair; flushed, cherubic cheeks; wide blue eyes shadowed by thick, dark eyelashes; slender pink lips. And if Roxy were a better woman she wouldn’t comment on Jane’s body, but she was not a better woman and those tits were bangin.
Roxy’s chest pangs as she peers upwards, watching angelic blue eyes meet her own, heavenly eyelashes fluttering with the movement.
“Ro?”
Jane’s voice, soft and a little raspy, sings throughout the quiet room. Roxy shudders.
“Janey…”
“Roxy, are you alright?”
Roxy sits up, slowly and then all at once. Her heart pounds as Jane’s eyebrows crease, adorable buck teeth poking out from between her lips.
“Janey, I’m gonna do something, I’m gonna try something and you gotta tell me what you’re thinking, okay?” Roxy asks. Her long, tan fingers tremble, bronze beside Jane’s delicate olive.
“Ah, okay,” Jane says, propping herself up more so she’s no longer lying down.
Already close, Roxy moves closer, closer, closer.
Her heart pounds in her chest, so hard she feels sick. She can feel the bright flush in her cheeks, the feverish want on her tongue. Her inhibitions lost, her anxieties rampant but not enough to stop her, Roxy scootches herself in front of Jane, plants a knee in the space between her calves.
She surges forward and kisses Jane.
Even after weeks in Sburb, days of fighting imps and fielding silly boys, Jane’s thin lips are soft, slippery now with Roxy’s lips meeting them. As beautiful as they are, they remain still, and Roxy peels herself back, feeling raw and electric.
“Shit, shit, I’m sorry, Janey, I’m sorry.” The words spill from Roxy’s mouth, and she still feels sick, a deep nausea in the pit of her stomach. The shame pools in her belly, filling her with an overwhelming need to get away.
“Oh,” Jane breathes softly.
“I know it’s Jake you want–” not me, not me, not me, “–so just. Forget this ever happened. Actually, I’ll go, I think I should go.” Roxy hastily tries to get up from the bed.
“Shh.”
Roxy stops, freezing completely still as Jane presses her finger against her lips.
“Don’t– I mean, just– wait a second.”
This close, frozen in place, Roxy can see every detail of Jane’s face, the soft curvature of her nose, each individual eyelash. She aches with the thought that she’s just ruined everything.
“You don’t want this,” Roxy tells her, voice a broken whisper.
Jane licks her lips, looking Roxy square in the eyes.
“Maybe,” she breathes, “but maybe… we should test one more time. Just to make sure I really don’t want it, you know?”
And then Jane sits up just enough to press their lips together again.
Neither of them have ever kissed before—hell, Jane is the first girl Roxy has ever met. Roxy’s browbone pushes Jane’s glasses a bit too far up her nose; Roxy nicks her lip against Jane’s upper teeth. It’s not perfect, not even close.
Roxy could not give a singular goddamn shit about that.
There aren’t fireworks, or birds singing, but Roxy lets her tense shoulders relax, falling into Jane (her best friend, her best friend) and it’s everything she’s ever wanted. There’s a pit in her stomach, the kind when you get high on adrenaline, when your skin tingles and all your brain can tell you is more, more, more.
It’s like coming up for air, when they pull apart: Roxy feels like she’s breaching the surface of the ocean, blue-tinted world exploding into extraordinary clarity. Sparks dance in the tips of her fingers, tickle the tip of her nose. And there is Jane, beautiful, beautiful Jane, staring right back at her.
All she can do is stare while her heart beats a concussive pattern against her ribcage. Moments pass in silence, the soft breathing of two teenage girls the only sound in the room.
Roxy licks her lips. “So… what’s our results?”
Jane’s cheeks are dusted rouge, pupils blown and lips shining with spit.
“I think the odds just might favor you, Miss Lalonde.”
The release in her chest fills her with the sudden urge to cry, but she will not cry, not while Jane is here to look at her so tenderly.
“That’s good,” Roxy says, breathless. Jane giggles at her, scrunching up her nose.
“That’s good, that’s good,” Jane teases, grinning in Roxy’s face. She sticks her tongue out in reply, surging forward and stuffing her face into the crook between Jane’s neck and shoulder.
There’s a sweet, joyful lull. Roxy breathes in Jane’s scent, lets her friend’s warmth seep into her skin. After a moment, she pulls her head back up.
“Janey, I don’t wanna be your consolation prize.”
Jane’s face screws up, and for a moment, Roxy is terrified again—the thought that she might be so close to getting everything she wanted only to watch it slip from out of her grip.
“Ah, Roxy, it’s.” Jane stops herself, taking a second to organize her thoughts, to pick the perfect words.
“I can’t honestly tell you that I have had a crush on you. I don’t want to lie about that. I haven’t thought about it.”
Roxy’s face falls, but Jane plows on.
“But that doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m thinking about it right now, and I… I like what I’m thinking.”
“What about Jake?” Roxy pushes.
“Jake…” Jane sighs, bangs rustling with her breath. “I think that I haven’t had a crush on Jake anymore for a while now. I was just upset about how it turned out. Mad at myself for being a coward, you know? Hesitating. But being angry with him isn’t the same as liking him.”
Jane closes her eyes hard and then meets Roxy’s gaze again.
“Ro, I want you. I wanna try you. You’re my best friend, and I love you already. How hard could it be to love you a little more?”
Roxy is losing the battle against the waterworks. She is losing bad.
“Janey,” Roxy drawls, flinging herself at the other girl. Jane hums consolingly, wrapping her arms around Roxy.
“I don’t know how yet,” she whispers into blonde curls, “but I wanna try.”
Roxy sniffles. “Okay, okay.”
Another soft pause, and then–
“Roxy!”
“One small cop for woman…”
“Roxy Lalonde, you get your hand off my ass right now!”
“One giant boob squeeze for womankind!”