CHICK FLICKS AND SPEAKING TO DICKS

Rebecca stood waiting outside of the cinema, gnawing at the bottom of her lip nervously. She tore at the skin, feeling a small squirt of blood fill her mouth with a metallic taste. The two girls hadn't spoken much since Ebony had left the hospital a week ago, and since Rebecca didn't know where Ebony lived, she couldn't surprise Ebony. She had thought about texting her and asking for her address, but she realised that it would've spoilt the surprise. 

Neither of them had messaged the other, both of them too fear stricken to talk. This nervousness stemmed from when Rebecca woke up by Ebony's side, after a night full of blissful dreams. Despite how calming it felt to be by the injured girls side, she couldn't stop her hands from quaking as she took in the seriousness of the situation. Before, Rebecca thought that it was only a physical attraction that kept them both begging for more, yet when Rebecca's eyes fluttered open that day she knew it had suddenly become so much more. Her relationships never went past the first couple of dates, with a few kisses shared and awkward silences she believed that she was destined for an eternity where she wouldn't experience this foreign feeling. Yet here she was, confronted with all of these overwhelming emotions: never ending longing, soul sucking need, desire engulfing her very being, and crippling fear. 

She ran out of the room.

She didn't go back. 

It wasn't until Ebony messaged Rebecca the day before going to the cinema asking if they could still go see a movie, which would be her treat - Rebecca knew better than to protest - that Rebecca had registered the guilt that had been eating away at her happiness, preventing her from indulging in life's pleasures. It had been sudden, and when she picked up the phone to see the message she didn't realise how much she wanted it, how much she needed it. So, swallowing her doubt and panic, Rebecca replied immediately, wondering what time. Within seconds she had her answer, and she felt her shoulders relaxing, a smile sliding with ease back onto her face. 

That's how she ended up leaning against the wall of the packed cinema, ignoring her bleeding lip and fumbling for her cigarettes and lighter. The cancer stick calmed her nerves; it also slowly killed her. She took a deep drag, letting red tint the edge of the cigarette, puffing out the billowing smoke with professional execution. Someone coughed nearby, waving the smoke out of their face and feeling ash coat their throat. "You had to blow that directly into my face, didn't you Becks?" 

Rebecca's palms gathered sweat when she heard the nickname pass Ebony's lips. No one had ever given her a nick name, apart from her brother, and that was Frilly Fanny. It was just another thing that made Rebecca's heart skip, stutter and come close to collapsing together. 

Ebony took in Rebecca's bewildered expression, instantly regretting what she'd said.  She hadn't planned on saying it; that name flowed naturally off of her tongue as though it was her native language. Smiling crookedly, Ebony moved closer to Rebecca, feeling her beating heart go erratic as she brushed some stray hair from Rebecca's face, tucking it behind her ear. Ebony's fingers caressed her skin, the light journey of them making Rebecca shift uncomfortably. Subtly, she tilted her head to side, sucking on her cigarette once more. Ebony let her hand drop. 

Hiding her disappointment behind an act, Ebony grinned. "Ready to be swept off you feet by the kick ass movie I chose?" 

Glad for the distraction, Rebecca nodded, taking one last deep drag and tossing her cigarette to the floor. Merciless, she crushed it under her heeled boots, dampening the flame to dying embers. "As long as it's not a chick flick, then I'm fine." 

Ebony cringed, running a hand through her straight hair, tugging at it slightly. "We, uh, may have a small problem then." 

Rebecca internally groaned - she had enough of her own feelings to deal with, and she had to watch a film about a plastic, white, straight couple struggle with their love because of some stupid, screwed up reason for it to either be resolved in the end or one of them dead. Hollywood really hates romance. 

"I thought that it'd be a good movie to see for a date, I booked the tickets a couple of days ago hoping that we'd be talking by then." Ebony chuckled, turning to Rebecca, nudging her slightly with her elbow. "If we weren't going, I was going to force Sam or Dean to come with, and throw popcorn at them." 

Rebecca faked a giggle, kicking herself for saying yes to coming. This was moving too fast. Ebony, the master of acting, instantly caught on to her pretence, sighing a deep breath. "Look, I thought it'd be romantic, but if you want we can sit in our seats and make sarcastic comments all the way through, and see how long it takes for us to get kicked out." 

"Now that sounds like a real plan." 

* 

The trailers had stopped rolling, and the girls were eagerly awaiting for the chick flick to show on the screen. Their hands had inched closer, their palms scratching against the uncomfortable fabric of the seats. The warmth radiating from Rebecca's hand made Ebony's pulse rocket, and she controlled her breathing to try and stop herself from being flustered. It didn't work very well. 

From the corner of her eye, Ebony saw Rebecca glancing at Ebony's open palm, a invisible battle raging her thoughts. Should she grab it? Should she slowly reach over and intertwine their fingers? Should she leave it? The indecision was clear on her face. Clearly, Rebecca still wasn't fully comfortable in whatever it was between them, and Ebony didn't want to force herself upon her. Ebony left her palm open. 

A sweet melody danced into their ears, and that's when they knew the movie had started. The cheesy love song made the people in the audience all awe and Ebony swore she saw one person at the front bringing out an entire box of tissues. As much as she wanted to get absorbed into the film, she couldn't concentrate with the constant crinkling of wrappers and slurping of drinks - it was driving her insane. Rebecca seemed to be having the same problem, glaring at the back of someone's head sat in front of them, who had thought it would be a good idea to bring Doritos. Even though the noise of smacking lips and crunching food irked her, Ebony had to admit that the food did smell good. Lowly, her stomach growled. 

Rebecca giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Ebony joined her in the laughter, her light chuckles turning into gut busting snorts when Rebecca whispered: "It sounded like a dying duck."

In front, three teenage girls spun around, scowling at the pair. This only fuelled their amusement, unable to contain their cackles in the most inappropriate moment - the main male character just got told that his dad had died. A witty comment spewed from Ebony's lips before she could even think it through. "Don't look at us like that, you're the idiots who brought Doritos to the movies." 

Rebecca was bent over, gasping for air as the three girls continued to glower at them before snapping their heads back to the screen so fast they got whipped with hair. The two women looked at each other, pursing their lips to contain their laughter. Eventually they managed to control themselves, staring at the other with a goofy smile decorating their face. Ebony's heart swelled, and she had to restrain herself from grabbing Rebecca and pulling her into her lap, and kiss her harder than she'd ever been kissed before. Crossing her legs, Ebony turned back to the film, relaxing back into her chair. She made sure to leave her palm up on the arm rest, an invitation that Ebony hoped that Rebecca would accept. 

Watching more of the poor acting, Rebecca leaned closer slightly every few minutes, until eventually her arm was resting fully on Ebony's. Ebony had to repress all of her desires, especially when Rebecca turned her head and was speaking in Ebony's ear, her mouth brushing her lobe. Despite all of the restraint Ebony possessed, she couldn't stop the shudder taking over her body. "When this is over, do you want to grab a bite to eat? I'm starving." 

Ebony gulped, nuzzling her face closer to Rebecca's. When she took a deep breath, she would be able to smell the strong perfume that Rebecca had applied generously before leaving the house - a fresh, fruity scent that ignited all of her senses. Again, Ebony had to remind herself that they needed to go slow, for Rebecca. Playing it cool, Ebony shrugged, wrenching herself away from Rebecca. "Sure, whatever. I don't mind." 

Rebecca frowned. She thought that this was what Ebony wanted, to be physical? So why isn't she going along with it? Ebony noticed Rebecca's confusion straight away, and murmured. "I know that you feel like this is going too fast, I can tell."

Rebecca shook her head, twisting her body to stare at Ebony, to see what her reaction would be. "It's just, I don't know, this is the closest thing I've come to actually caring about someone."     

Ebony was gobsmacked, her words caught in her throat. She found it hard to believe that someone could feel like that towards her, and not just a hook up. Unable to form any words, Ebony grinned at her. Her palm still sat there, open and inviting. She had turned back to the screen when she felt a faintly familiar puzzle piece fit into hers. The edges were slightly rough, and didn't fit perfectly, and it was still right. All of them cliches about their hand fitting perfectly were complete lies, tricking us into believing that love is instant - it's something that takes time, and takes the most adventurous of explorers to discover. 

Rebecca's hand was like silk: smooth, gentle, and fragile. It held all of her trust in a single action, and Ebony knew that trust could be something easily shattered. Her hand was also surprisingly moist, not that Ebony minded. It reassured that it was alright to be nervous, and it made her feel better knowing that the other girl felt the same. 

Tuning back into the movie, they watched as the play boy proclaimed his love to the innocent book nerd, who liked to wear glasses and spewed as many quotes as often as Dean swore. Casting her mind back to the deal they made when they went into the movie theatre, Ebony glanced at Rebecca from the corner of her eye. Her eyes were distant, and she yawned quietly. It was time to fulfil an agreement. 

Gathering her courage, Ebony yelled at the screen. "Girl stay away from him, he's riddling with STD's! No one wants genital herpes!" She began giggling at her own joke, leaning on Rebecca for support as she gasped for air. Rebecca broke into a grin, ignoring all of the stares and insults thrown in their direction. 

Influenced by Ebony, Rebecca waited five minutes, when a sex scene began to unfold in front of them. The book nerd took her shirt off, and Rebecca stated loudly, "I'm definitely gay." 

The girls began howling at their own jokes, and tears streamed down their cheeks as a scene played on the screen with the male character revealed in all of his naked glory and a guy in the crowd yelled out, "Holy shit I think I'm gay too!"

Five minutes after they screamed more comments, things that made the older generation in the audience cringe and squirm, they were escorted out of the screening room. It didn't matter that everyone was annoyed, because they were smiling so wide. It didn't matter that they were banned from the cinema indefinitely because their laughs were so pure and innocent. 

They were happy. 

Ebony wasn't naive enough to think that it would last forever. Pushing aside these thoughts, she stopped neglecting her own happiness to protect herself and embraced the warmth for a little while.

The smiles didn't drop as the girls drove onto their next adventure, a diner that looked clean enough. They indulged themselves with food and joy, greedily swallowing the memories. Things were going smoothly until Rebecca said she needed the toilet, and disappeared. 

"This doesn't look like doing the world a favour." Ebony's head snapped up from where she had been fiddling with the few fries left on her plate. The person behind the voice lifted their baseball cap, and she released a gasp. The man she'd seen when she visited Celeste's grave, the person who convinced her to kill the Winchesters. 

Instantly, her guard was up. Her back straightened, and she clenched the blunt cutlery knife in a vice grip. She kept her gaze focused behind his shoulder, where the toilets hid Rebecca from unknown evil. "Well, I'm done doing the world favours. It never pays me back." 

The man chuckled, sliding into the booth in front of her. She seethed as he snatched up one of the fries, dunking it generously in the ketchup. "Listen," he brought the fry to his mouth, munching with his mouth open. "Don't let some girl with doe eyes distract you from the mission. It's too important."

"She is not just 'some girl'." She snarled, stepping harshly on his foot. She had to keep reminding herself not to draw attention to herself by throwing a punch. 

He tusked, "So quick to forget Celeste."

Clenching her jaw, she shook her head. "She died months ago! Forgive me for actually moving on, and not getting over it by," she cast a nervous glance around, leaning forward and quietly spitting, "Committing murder."

"She didn't just die, young grasshopper, she was murdered. You seem to forget that." 

"I never forget," she closed her eyes for a moment, warding off the headache she could feel brewing in the corners of her mind. "There are more hurtful ways to make the Winchesters regret what they did, other than killing them. While I wait for the pain to worsen, I'm going to have a little fun."

The man pulled his hat down, getting ready to leave. "Remember I have friends in high places, Ebony. They don't like it when orders aren't followed." 

He spun around to leave, but Ebony's hand on his forearm halted him in his tracks. "You can tell those friends to go fuck themselves." 

He smirked, about to say farewell when a small voice interrupted them. "Ebony?" 

Rebecca stood behind the man, wiping her hands on her jeans. Ebony noted that her make up looked a bit tidier than when they'd left the cinema. She relished the fact that Rebecca was trying, and succeeding, to look nice for her. "Who's this?" 

The man raised an eyebrow, intrigued as to how she'd answer. Ebony blatantly lied, sending Rebecca a reassuring smile. "No one important. He mistook me for someone else."

He leered, taking his hat off in salute. "Again, I'm sorry for wasting your time, m'am." 

He left straight away, but the terror building up in Ebony's gut remained stronger than ever. 

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hey assbutts! can honestly tell you writing #Rebony is so much fun, they're my two smol beans.

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