football; too good to deny it
title: too good to deny it
rating: pg - pg-13, light cursing and references to sex
pairing: abby wambach/hope solo
word count: 629
summary: abby is essentially the tour guide of hope's gay crisis, which, seriously, is not a crisis.
author's note: for the love of my life, distira who has had a shitty couple of weeks and i want to make her feel better. ily ♥ and this was totally going to end somewhere in sadness, but i thought i would leave that part for later, so hopefully you like this hahhaha. there will be other parts, i can almost 99% guarantee it. yes, the title is from katy perry's 'i kissed a girl'
“You’re panicking,” Abby says, her hands on the steering wheel.
Hope tries for an emphatic ‘no,’ but only a vague squeak comes out.
“Oh my god, you’re panicking,” Abby says and can’t help it--she laughs. At first it’s just a giggle, awkward in the stillness of the car, Hope rigid as a board next to her fiddling the hem of her dress, and then she’s laughing so hard she has to actively get herself under control before she does something dangerous and--
“--run us off the fucking road!” Hope flails, her arms flailing.
“Relax, relax,” Abby says, some residual chuckles still escaping, “we’re not gonna die before your gay crisis happens.”
Hope doesn’t start playing with the hem of her dress again--the hem of her short, short dress--but Abby can tell she’s still restless. “It’s not a crisis,” Hope says, more to her lap than to Abby.
“Well, no,” Abby says, and turns to Hope, briefly, but long enough that Hope looks up from her twiddling fingers. “You’re not really a crisis kind of girl.” Hope grins, not entirely happily.
Abby sighs. “Okay, no seriously, are you okay? What’s going on in your pretty little head, here?”
“I’m just,” Hope says and pauses, “I’m just not really sure how this is all going to go down? I’m trying to picture the visual in my head, and frankly, well...” she trails off.
“Real life isn’t quite like The L Word, right?”
Hope groans. “You are never gonna let me live that down, are you? I was watching one episode! One!”
“Nope,” Abby says, her smile stretched wide. She takes one hand off the wheel and reaches across the gear shift, her palm open and fingers spread in invitation.
“Um,” Hope says, unable to really do much else beyond take the clearly offered hand.
Abby slides their hands, fingers slotting together, and squeezes once before just holding loosely. “What do you want out of tonight?”
“Um,” Hope says again.
Abby laughs again. “Okay, right. You’re looking for a fun time, right? Maybe reaffirm some things, just be comfortable with yourself, being around someone else, that sort of thing, right?” Abby squeezes Hope’s hand lightly.
“Yeah, basically. Dancing, fun, nothing, uh, nothing serious?” Hope ends on a question mark.
“You’re not looking, but you’re open to suggestion, is that it?” Abby says.
Hope smiles. “Yes! Exactly.”
“Discussion of types aside,” Hope squawks loudly, but Abby just keeps on speaking over her, “Discussion of types aside, I have just one piece of advice, which frankly, should serve you really well in life, not just for this club escapade we appear to be going on.”
Hope can’t help herself, she laughs. “Okay, what is this advice, oh wise one?”
Abby grins so wide the streetlights glint on her shiny white teeth. “Look at her nails. If they’re long, look but don’t touch. If they’re short, buy her another drink.”
Hope looks over at Abby, startled, and just for a moment Abby isn’t sure if what is going to happen next is a good thing or--and then Hope smiles the biggest grin of the night. “I’ll uh, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Okay then,” Abby says. “Open to suggestion, you said.”
“Well,” Hope pauses. “You’re the one who said that.”
Abby looks mildly uncomfortable for the first time. “I just want to make sure you have all the available data to make an informed decision, to choose wisely!”
“Oh god this conversation needs to end, are we almost there?” Hope asks.
Abby relaxes, letting go of some of the tension in her arms. “Almost there,” Abby squeezes their hands one more time.
Hope looks out the window at the passing lights of the downtown windows and mutters “nails” under her breath while occasionally giggling.
end.
rating: pg - pg-13, light cursing and references to sex
pairing: abby wambach/hope solo
word count: 629
summary: abby is essentially the tour guide of hope's gay crisis, which, seriously, is not a crisis.
author's note: for the love of my life, distira who has had a shitty couple of weeks and i want to make her feel better. ily ♥ and this was totally going to end somewhere in sadness, but i thought i would leave that part for later, so hopefully you like this hahhaha. there will be other parts, i can almost 99% guarantee it. yes, the title is from katy perry's 'i kissed a girl'
“You’re panicking,” Abby says, her hands on the steering wheel.
Hope tries for an emphatic ‘no,’ but only a vague squeak comes out.
“Oh my god, you’re panicking,” Abby says and can’t help it--she laughs. At first it’s just a giggle, awkward in the stillness of the car, Hope rigid as a board next to her fiddling the hem of her dress, and then she’s laughing so hard she has to actively get herself under control before she does something dangerous and--
“--run us off the fucking road!” Hope flails, her arms flailing.
“Relax, relax,” Abby says, some residual chuckles still escaping, “we’re not gonna die before your gay crisis happens.”
Hope doesn’t start playing with the hem of her dress again--the hem of her short, short dress--but Abby can tell she’s still restless. “It’s not a crisis,” Hope says, more to her lap than to Abby.
“Well, no,” Abby says, and turns to Hope, briefly, but long enough that Hope looks up from her twiddling fingers. “You’re not really a crisis kind of girl.” Hope grins, not entirely happily.
Abby sighs. “Okay, no seriously, are you okay? What’s going on in your pretty little head, here?”
“I’m just,” Hope says and pauses, “I’m just not really sure how this is all going to go down? I’m trying to picture the visual in my head, and frankly, well...” she trails off.
“Real life isn’t quite like The L Word, right?”
Hope groans. “You are never gonna let me live that down, are you? I was watching one episode! One!”
“Nope,” Abby says, her smile stretched wide. She takes one hand off the wheel and reaches across the gear shift, her palm open and fingers spread in invitation.
“Um,” Hope says, unable to really do much else beyond take the clearly offered hand.
Abby slides their hands, fingers slotting together, and squeezes once before just holding loosely. “What do you want out of tonight?”
“Um,” Hope says again.
Abby laughs again. “Okay, right. You’re looking for a fun time, right? Maybe reaffirm some things, just be comfortable with yourself, being around someone else, that sort of thing, right?” Abby squeezes Hope’s hand lightly.
“Yeah, basically. Dancing, fun, nothing, uh, nothing serious?” Hope ends on a question mark.
“You’re not looking, but you’re open to suggestion, is that it?” Abby says.
Hope smiles. “Yes! Exactly.”
“Discussion of types aside,” Hope squawks loudly, but Abby just keeps on speaking over her, “Discussion of types aside, I have just one piece of advice, which frankly, should serve you really well in life, not just for this club escapade we appear to be going on.”
Hope can’t help herself, she laughs. “Okay, what is this advice, oh wise one?”
Abby grins so wide the streetlights glint on her shiny white teeth. “Look at her nails. If they’re long, look but don’t touch. If they’re short, buy her another drink.”
Hope looks over at Abby, startled, and just for a moment Abby isn’t sure if what is going to happen next is a good thing or--and then Hope smiles the biggest grin of the night. “I’ll uh, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Okay then,” Abby says. “Open to suggestion, you said.”
“Well,” Hope pauses. “You’re the one who said that.”
Abby looks mildly uncomfortable for the first time. “I just want to make sure you have all the available data to make an informed decision, to choose wisely!”
“Oh god this conversation needs to end, are we almost there?” Hope asks.
Abby relaxes, letting go of some of the tension in her arms. “Almost there,” Abby squeezes their hands one more time.
Hope looks out the window at the passing lights of the downtown windows and mutters “nails” under her breath while occasionally giggling.
end.