Sabrina Spellman (
signed_sabrina) wrote2020-09-13 11:42 pm
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for rosie
It's not like Sabrina has never been on date, and it's not even like Sabrina has never planned a date. A truthful audit of her romantic experiences would suggest, perhaps a veritable rainbow of moments from which she can draw.
Only...
Only she's never been a girl planning a date for a girl, and more than that, a girl trying to plan a date for the girl she already loves and is trying to reverse-woo into a real relationship. Some furry little forest goblin she knows implies she's never had to work at this before, so he gets to sleep outside the night before the date. (Only she's pretty sure someone lets him back inside, this house of Judases.)
Sabrina just barely keeps from texting Charlie on each quarter of each hour, and just texts him on the half hours. There's no way he doesn't know she's cutting it down, and she loves him very much. It would be too easily to just crawl into his lap, and she's got a Rosie to court.
All the men in the house where she lives would be absolutely useless bisexuals, and though she's not sure about Neil, she does know she's otherwise being raised by useless bisexuals.
So when she finally gets to the boardwalk, dressed up just a little more than usual, a sunflower in her hands, she's on her own. Just as she ought to be.
She can do this. It's what Rosie wants, what Rosie deserves, and Sabrina will make her happy, or summon hell pterodactyls trying.
It's not out of the realm of possibility.
Only...
Only she's never been a girl planning a date for a girl, and more than that, a girl trying to plan a date for the girl she already loves and is trying to reverse-woo into a real relationship. Some furry little forest goblin she knows implies she's never had to work at this before, so he gets to sleep outside the night before the date. (Only she's pretty sure someone lets him back inside, this house of Judases.)
Sabrina just barely keeps from texting Charlie on each quarter of each hour, and just texts him on the half hours. There's no way he doesn't know she's cutting it down, and she loves him very much. It would be too easily to just crawl into his lap, and she's got a Rosie to court.
All the men in the house where she lives would be absolutely useless bisexuals, and though she's not sure about Neil, she does know she's otherwise being raised by useless bisexuals.
So when she finally gets to the boardwalk, dressed up just a little more than usual, a sunflower in her hands, she's on her own. Just as she ought to be.
She can do this. It's what Rosie wants, what Rosie deserves, and Sabrina will make her happy, or summon hell pterodactyls trying.
It's not out of the realm of possibility.
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They walk through the gates, hand in hand, following the delighted screams to the line for the tilt-a-whirl. It's only a minute or two before the operator points them to a car, all shiny chrome and sparkling paint. "Now or never," Rosie says.
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If they're talking amusement park rides, she'll take about any challenge, but it's the ones that spin and tumble her around that really have her heart. The lights and the sounds, the whir of the machinery under their feet-- none of it has anything, though, on how she feels when Rosie stands there and looks at her like that.
Now or never, Rosie says, and Sabrina feels the way she smiles in response, right down to that thrum in the ground. Her lips part, gravity pulling her ever so slightly toward Rosie, and then she remembers, biting her lip with a delighted, promising flash of her eyes. "Now," she says, and tugs Rosie up the stairs with her, handing off their tickets and claiming the last car.
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Rosie slides into the car first, finding her side of the safety belt and handing it to Sabrina to cinch tight across both of their laps.
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But she's not going to, not until Rosie does it first, until Rosie wants it enough to make that first move-- this is something Sabrina's had time to think about now. She won't make any strange games out of it, but so much of this has to be initiated by Rosie.
As they buckle in and the huge machine starts to circle, she knows she doesn't mind. She can wait, especially for something she wants so badly.
At the first dizzying spin of their car, she lets out a delighted shriek, clinging to Rosie's hands.
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There's other rides after they've done the Tilt-a-Whirl a few times, chasing the last of the summer heat, and by the time they're sitting on a bench near the beach, ice cream in hand, Sabrina's begun to think she might have pulled this off.
She still feels like asking, though, bumping her knee against Rosie's. "So," she says, only the slightest air of hesitance. "I mean, we've still got ice cream but. Did you-- did you have a good time?"
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Ice cream in hand, Rosie looks out at the water, the sun only just starting its descent towards the horizon and coloring the waves in gold and bronze and silver. The pressure of Sabrina's knee is enough to bring her out of her thoughts, and she turns her head towards the other girl, a soft smile on her face. "I did," she says, catching the faint hesitancy in the way Sabrina asks the question. "And not just because of the ice cream, or the rides, or...it was all wonderful. The whole afternoon."
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So she rolls with it.
"I want to make sure you know," she says, "how serious I am about this. How serious I am about you, and making you happy." Having come to grip with her nerves, and feeling some measure of calm, she's able to keep some of the newfound tranquility to her, staying solemn and warm.
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But the days like today, when things are easy and sweet and like some magic created just for the two of them, are starting to add up, too. The longer they try, doing this together, the less daunting all those doubtful days start to seem.
"I know that," Rosie says, turning a little on the bench to take in Sabrina's serene and solemn face. "And I want...I want to make sure you're happy, too. I want to make sure we're all happy, even if that happiness is a little different now." Looking down, she moves her free hand a little closer to Sabrina, hesitating a moment before she brushes her fingers lightly along the back of Sabrina's hand. "We get to have that, on our own terms."
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She hadn't known how much she would miss being able to touch Rosie until suddenly she couldn't just drape over the other girl's side or kiss her neck or fingers or mouth. Touch, she's learned, grounds her and the clamor of feelings and impulsivity she'd like to call infernal, but is probably more Sabrina than anything else.
"It feels like," she says very softly, her eyes pricking with warmth, "like I lost you too that day, sometimes. And I can see the path back, and I'm going to keep following it. I'll keep going, I promise."
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She squeezes Sabrina's hand, and looks deep into her eyes. "But I know I want to find my way back with you."
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But she opens them again, dark and shining, to meet Rosie's gaze.
"Good," she says, squeezing Rosie's hand. "I'm not exactly known for just giving up, after all. I guess that's up to you whether it's a good thing or not," she adds, able to tease very gently.
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"Oops."
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"Rosie, you tease," she says, delightedly, but her own voice feels so much lighter. "That's not fair at all." She's never been accused of not speaking her mind. There's a flicker of heat passing through her, something both very familiar and still a little new.
Get your mind out of the gutter, Spellman.
She carefully turns back to her own ice cream, almost prim and definitely compensating.
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Sabrina turns away, her posture so straight and proper that it's absolutely an exaggeration. Rosie grins, only hesitating a moment before she leans in to brush a light kiss against her cheek, her lips still cold from the ice cream.