Fic: You and Me, Baby
Title: You and Me, Baby
Author: cameron_sarah
Pairing: Bridget/Tabrett
Rating: G
Warnings: RPF
Disclaimer: They are most definitely not mine :(
Summary: The things she puts up with, really, she must love her.
Tabrett sighs, trying to keep her hand still, as Bridget holds it lightly. "Why are we doing this?" She asks for the umpteenth time, and Bridget just smiles good naturedly.
"Because it makes me happy." She replies, and this answer keeps Tabrett silent for another few minutes, before she begins fidgeting again.
She wants to stay still, she really does, but staying still for long periods of time is something that she has never been really good at, though she finds it easier when she has Bridget laying in her arms.
"Bridget, really. Do you have to do this?"
"Yes." The brunette replies, dunking the brush again before returning it to Tabrett's fingernail. "I can't paint my nails anymore - they won't let me. They seem to think it would be a bit suspicious if the Mother Confessor was running around the Midlands with painted nails." She laughs, shaking her head. "So, I can't do mine anymore. That means that you have to take one for the team, and let me do this to you. You wear gloves all day; they don't care what you do to your nails."
"I care." Tabrett mumbles, but doesn't pull way. She's never been one to pay any extra attention to those really girly types of things, but she often finds herself sacrificing her own personal style for Bridget’s sake, to make happy. Tabrett doesn't mind, though, it's worth it to see a smile on the other woman's face.
Bridget brings the finished hand up to her lips, blowing gently to help it set.
"Are you done yet?" Tabrett asks, moving to pull her hand away, but Bridget holds her tight.
"Nope."
Tabrett sighs, sagging back, as Bridget picks up a nail art pen. "You have to be kidding me." Bridget shakes her head, and though she says nothing, Tabrett can see the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
A few minutes later, Bridget releases her hand, the grin finally spreading on her face as she leaves to put the polish away. Tabrett turns her hands around and can't help the small laugh that escapes her. Bridget has painted the base coat in blue, but over the top in pink nail pen she has written 'I ♥ You' with a letter on each finger.
The next day, she wears the polish with pride, and even though for a most of the day it is covered by her gloves, she knows it's there and it makes her feel special.
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Do know what what wood shaving, cattle poo and two weeks of constant rain makes? Sludge. O.M.G. I am not kidding with you - It is one of the worst things that I have ever had to walk through. It was sinking up to my knees, and THANK GOD that I had my uber-special gumboots on that are extra high, or it would have flooded my boots *shudder* I had to shovel it for ten minutes just to get the gate open. It was horrendous. [Stories from a farm girl]
Author: cameron_sarah
Pairing: Bridget/Tabrett
Rating: G
Warnings: RPF
Disclaimer: They are most definitely not mine :(
Summary: The things she puts up with, really, she must love her.
Tabrett sighs, trying to keep her hand still, as Bridget holds it lightly. "Why are we doing this?" She asks for the umpteenth time, and Bridget just smiles good naturedly.
"Because it makes me happy." She replies, and this answer keeps Tabrett silent for another few minutes, before she begins fidgeting again.
She wants to stay still, she really does, but staying still for long periods of time is something that she has never been really good at, though she finds it easier when she has Bridget laying in her arms.
"Bridget, really. Do you have to do this?"
"Yes." The brunette replies, dunking the brush again before returning it to Tabrett's fingernail. "I can't paint my nails anymore - they won't let me. They seem to think it would be a bit suspicious if the Mother Confessor was running around the Midlands with painted nails." She laughs, shaking her head. "So, I can't do mine anymore. That means that you have to take one for the team, and let me do this to you. You wear gloves all day; they don't care what you do to your nails."
"I care." Tabrett mumbles, but doesn't pull way. She's never been one to pay any extra attention to those really girly types of things, but she often finds herself sacrificing her own personal style for Bridget’s sake, to make happy. Tabrett doesn't mind, though, it's worth it to see a smile on the other woman's face.
Bridget brings the finished hand up to her lips, blowing gently to help it set.
"Are you done yet?" Tabrett asks, moving to pull her hand away, but Bridget holds her tight.
"Nope."
Tabrett sighs, sagging back, as Bridget picks up a nail art pen. "You have to be kidding me." Bridget shakes her head, and though she says nothing, Tabrett can see the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
A few minutes later, Bridget releases her hand, the grin finally spreading on her face as she leaves to put the polish away. Tabrett turns her hands around and can't help the small laugh that escapes her. Bridget has painted the base coat in blue, but over the top in pink nail pen she has written 'I ♥ You' with a letter on each finger.
The next day, she wears the polish with pride, and even though for a most of the day it is covered by her gloves, she knows it's there and it makes her feel special.
______
Do know what what wood shaving, cattle poo and two weeks of constant rain makes? Sludge. O.M.G. I am not kidding with you - It is one of the worst things that I have ever had to walk through. It was sinking up to my knees, and THANK GOD that I had my uber-special gumboots on that are extra high, or it would have flooded my boots *shudder* I had to shovel it for ten minutes just to get the gate open. It was horrendous. [Stories from a farm girl]