Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend (1/1)
Title: Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend
Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Katie Fitch, Effy Stonem
Summary: "Diamonds are a girl's best friend, and man's best friend is the dog... which is the smarter sex?"
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for reddawg82 as part of the Holiday Fics challenge. Also for skinsprompt table D. Prompt 8.
Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend
“Did you know Cook’s just got himself a puppy?”
Katie hadn’t even had a chance to sit down before Effy’s outburst, but that was hardly surprising. Effy lived life to her own schedule and everyone else simply had to accommodate her. But those who got to know her - really got to know her - always considered it to be worthwhile. She had a fierce intensity that you rarely found in other people. Her life was like a rollercoaster ride and usually, you found yourself more than happy to tag along for the ride.
It had taken Katie a while to appreciate Effy’s eccentricities. But now, she couldn’t regret the effort she had put in, not for an instant.
“No way, babes,” Katie eventually replied, “why’d he do a thing like that?”
Effy merely shrugged in response and instead, offered Katie a cigarette. Automatically, Katie shook her head. She’d tried smoking once, thanks to Effy, and still couldn’t really see the appeal. It was something best left to her sister, she decided. Besides, it killed and that was an undeniable fact.
“He can barely look after himself, why would he want a dog?” she continued, when Effy remained silent. “What kind?”
“Border Collie.”
“Cute.”
“If you like that kind of thing.”
After extinguishing the cigarette, Effy turned to face Katie. She shivered slightly in response. It was always the same whenever Effy looked at her in that way; it was like her blue eyes could bore into your very soul.
“Now. You’ve got something to tell me.”
A smile quickly erupted over Katie’s face. This was the real reason she had wanted to meet up with Effy today, not to discuss Cook and his newest pet. Of course, Effy hadn’t given her a chance to dictate where the conversation would go. That was saying something, considering she was Katie Fucking Fitch and she demanded attention.
Unless, of course, she was with Effy. Then, she didn’t have a chance.
“Oh, yeah.”
Immediately she flashed her left hand at Effy and she regarded it in the only way she knew how. A new ring, on a certain finger, was all that was needed to get her point across. Katie watched her friend, almost bursting with pride, as Effy allowed her fingers to run gently over it.
“So, he finally grew a pair and asked you then?”
“Yes, it was so…”
“Knowing him, probably very nervous, stuttering and completely and utterly expected,” Effy supplied, cutting Katie off.
“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” Katie retorted, slightly irritable at the fact that Effy constantly belittled her fiancé. “I was more thinking romantic.”
“I know.”
“There’s a whole fucking carat of diamonds on that,” Katie added, admiring her ring for herself. “A carat!”
“Nice,” Effy responded, though it was obvious that rings - diamond or otherwise - were not really her thing. “You know, you and Cook both now have hairy, messy, slobbery creatures who won’t ever leave you alone for the rest of your lives? But you got a carat of diamonds too. I think you got the better deal.”
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Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Katie Fitch, Effy Stonem
Summary: "Diamonds are a girl's best friend, and man's best friend is the dog... which is the smarter sex?"
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for reddawg82 as part of the Holiday Fics challenge. Also for skinsprompt table D. Prompt 8.
Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend
“Did you know Cook’s just got himself a puppy?”
Katie hadn’t even had a chance to sit down before Effy’s outburst, but that was hardly surprising. Effy lived life to her own schedule and everyone else simply had to accommodate her. But those who got to know her - really got to know her - always considered it to be worthwhile. She had a fierce intensity that you rarely found in other people. Her life was like a rollercoaster ride and usually, you found yourself more than happy to tag along for the ride.
It had taken Katie a while to appreciate Effy’s eccentricities. But now, she couldn’t regret the effort she had put in, not for an instant.
“No way, babes,” Katie eventually replied, “why’d he do a thing like that?”
Effy merely shrugged in response and instead, offered Katie a cigarette. Automatically, Katie shook her head. She’d tried smoking once, thanks to Effy, and still couldn’t really see the appeal. It was something best left to her sister, she decided. Besides, it killed and that was an undeniable fact.
“He can barely look after himself, why would he want a dog?” she continued, when Effy remained silent. “What kind?”
“Border Collie.”
“Cute.”
“If you like that kind of thing.”
After extinguishing the cigarette, Effy turned to face Katie. She shivered slightly in response. It was always the same whenever Effy looked at her in that way; it was like her blue eyes could bore into your very soul.
“Now. You’ve got something to tell me.”
A smile quickly erupted over Katie’s face. This was the real reason she had wanted to meet up with Effy today, not to discuss Cook and his newest pet. Of course, Effy hadn’t given her a chance to dictate where the conversation would go. That was saying something, considering she was Katie Fucking Fitch and she demanded attention.
Unless, of course, she was with Effy. Then, she didn’t have a chance.
“Oh, yeah.”
Immediately she flashed her left hand at Effy and she regarded it in the only way she knew how. A new ring, on a certain finger, was all that was needed to get her point across. Katie watched her friend, almost bursting with pride, as Effy allowed her fingers to run gently over it.
“So, he finally grew a pair and asked you then?”
“Yes, it was so…”
“Knowing him, probably very nervous, stuttering and completely and utterly expected,” Effy supplied, cutting Katie off.
“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” Katie retorted, slightly irritable at the fact that Effy constantly belittled her fiancé. “I was more thinking romantic.”
“I know.”
“There’s a whole fucking carat of diamonds on that,” Katie added, admiring her ring for herself. “A carat!”
“Nice,” Effy responded, though it was obvious that rings - diamond or otherwise - were not really her thing. “You know, you and Cook both now have hairy, messy, slobbery creatures who won’t ever leave you alone for the rest of your lives? But you got a carat of diamonds too. I think you got the better deal.”
end