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Glad You Exist-Dan and Shay

Lucy and Kate sat at the same bar where they had first met. Lucy, stealing some of Kate's fries, turned and said, "Look what a hello from a stranger turned into. Can you believe we've been together almost two years now?"

Kate smiled, thinking back on her life and how it all led to this beautiful woman sitting next to her. "It's amazing, isn't it?" Kate replied, her eyes filled with love.

Lucy nodded, her expression mirroring Kate's emotions. "I mean, there's a billion people in this world and you and I could've been anywhere, and yet we found ourselves at this bar at the same time."

Kate squeezed Lucy's hand. "It's like fate knew we were meant to be together."

"Or maybe fate knew we were both hungry," Lucy teased, a playful glint in her eye.

"Either way, I'm grateful," Kate replied, her voice soft. "I wouldn't trade our story for anything."

Lucy smiled, leaning in for a kiss. "Neither would I. Raising her glass, she spoke, "I'm so glad you exist, Kate Whistler."

Kate raised her glass, clinking it with Lucy's. "And I'm glad you exist, Lucy Tara. I can't imagine my life without you."

They shared a tender look before taking a sip from their glasses, feeling the warmth of their love and the significance of this place that had brought them together. As they set their glasses down, Lucy reached for Kate's hand, intertwining their fingers.

"My favorite part of that night is what we did after we left the bar," Lucy said, biting her bottom lip.

Kate's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Mmm, that was my favorite part too. I knew after that weekend I never wanted to sleep with another woman but you."

Lucy grinned, leaning in closer. "You were pretty unforgettable, Whistler."

Kate laughed softly, her voice turning serious. "I mean it, Luce. That weekend changed everything for me. It was the start of something amazing."

Lucy brushed a strand of hair behind Kate's ear. "I felt the same way."

"How about we get out of here?" Kate leaned in and whispered in Lucy's ear. "What I'd like to do to you, I can't do in this bar."

Lucy felt a shiver run down her body before she raised her hand to the bartender. "Check, please."

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I Choose You-Sara Bareilles

Kate’s love for hiking was as strong as her passion for surfing. For her, the thrill of conquering a challenging trail and the reward of breathtaking views from the summit were unmatched. She often talked about how Hawaii's hiking trails offered some of the most stunning landscapes, from lush valleys to dramatic coastlines.

Lucy, while less enthusiastic about hiking, always made the effort to accompany Kate on these adventures. She appreciated Kate’s enthusiasm and the way hiking allowed them to spend quality time together in nature. Though she wasn’t thrilled about the physical exertion of climbing steep hills, Lucy enjoyed the serenity of the trails and the opportunity to support Kate in something she loved.

During their hikes, Kate would often share stories and facts about the trails, excitedly pointing out unique flora and scenic sights. Lucy, though occasionally winded, would listen intently, finding joy in Kate’s excitement and the peacefulness of their surroundings.

That is why, when Lucy planned to propose to Kate, she wanted to plan a hike that led to a beautiful view where she could get down on one knee.

"Hey, Kate, do you want to go on a hike this weekend?"

Kate replied right away with excitement. "I would love to!"

Lucy had meticulously planned every detail, from choosing a trail with a breathtaking vista. 

On the day of the proposal, Lucy and Kate set out early to enjoy the hike. The journey was filled with the usual laughter and conversation, with Lucy playing it cool and Kate excitedly talking about the trail and the views. 

As they reached the top, Lucy took a deep breath, feeling both the exhilaration of the hike and the significance of the moment. The view was breathtaking: the expansive blue ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see, with the white sandy beaches below glistening under the sun.

Lucy turned to Kate, who was taking in the scenery with awe. "Isn't it incredible?"

Kate nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "This is amazing, Lucy. I didn't expect it to be this beautiful."

Lucy took Kate’s hand, feeling her heart race. “I’m glad you like it. I’ve been planning this for a while now.”

Kate looked at Lucy, sensing the nervous energy. “What’s up? Are you feeling light headed from the hike?”

Lucy smiled, trying to stay calm. “There’s something I want to say.” She took a deep breath, then reached into her backpack, pulling out a small velvet box.

Kate’s eyes widened as Lucy got down on one knee. The ring sparkled in the sunlight as Lucy opened the box.

As Lucy knelt on one knee, her voice filled with emotion, she gazed up at Kate with all the love she felt. "Kate, I want to tell the world that we finally got it all right. I choose you. I will become yours, and you will become mine. I choose you, Kate, to be my wife. Will you please marry me?"

Kate's eyes shimmered with tears of joy. She looked at the ring, then back at Lucy, her heart overflowing with love. The moment felt surreal and perfect, and she could barely contain her excitement.

“Yes, Lucy,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I choose you too. I will be your wife. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Lucy slipped the ring onto Kate’s finger, and they shared a passionate kiss, surrounded by the breathtaking view that perfectly framed their unforgettable moment.

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She's Everything-Brad Paisley

Lucy was sitting on the balcony, talking on the phone, not hearing Kate come home.

Kate approached the balcony quietly, hearing her name mentioned in Lucy's conversation. She normally wouldn’t eavesdrop, but curiosity got the better of her. As she stood just out of sight, she listened to Lucy's words.

"So Lucy, tell me about this woman; you can't seem to ever stop talking about her." Kate heard.

Lucy smiled and said, "Well... she's a yellow pair of running shoes. A holey pair of jeans. She looks great in cheap sunglasses. She looks great in anything. She's, "I want a piece of chocolate." "Take me to a movie." She's, "I can't find a thing to wear." Now and then she's moody. She's a Saturn with a sunroof. With her blonde hair a-blowing, she's a soft place to land, and it's a good feeling knowing she's a warm conversation. That I wouldn't miss for nothing. She's a fighter when she's mad. And she's a lover when she's loving. And she's everything I ever wanted. And everything I need."

"Wow, it sounds like you really found someone special."

"I really did. She's the one I'd lay my own life down for. I can't wait for you to meet her."

Kate, unable to stay hidden any longer and needing to be with Lucy, stepped out onto the balcony, tears streaming down her face. Lucy's heart skipped a beat. She quickly ended her conversation and stood up to hold Kate.

"Baby? What's wrong?" Lucy asked, her voice filled with concern.

Unable to find the words, Kate simply reached out and pulled Lucy into a tight embrace. She buried her face in Lucy's shoulder, her tears soaking into Lucy's shirt.

Lucy held Kate close, gently stroking her hair. "It's okay, love. I'm here," she whispered softly.

After a few moments, Kate finally found her voice. "I heard what you said on the phone," she said, her voice trembling. "I can't believe how much you love me."

Lucy pulled back slightly to look into Kate's eyes. "Of course I love you, Kate. You're my everything."

Kate smiled through her tears, her heart overflowing with love. "And you're mine, Lucy. I just... I never imagined anyone could feel that way about me."

Lucy cupped Kate's face in her hands, wiping away her tears with her thumbs. "Well, believe it. Because I do. More than anything."

Kate leaned in and kissed Lucy passionately, the depth of their love evident in that single moment. When they finally pulled apart, Kate took a deep breath and smiled. "I love you, Lucy. So much."

"I love you too, Kate," Lucy replied, her eyes shining with happiness. "Forever and always."

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I Got You-Devon Cole

Lucy walked into their shared dorm room, throwing her bag on the bed. "I'm so tired of dating. Why am I so bad at it? How come I can never get past the third date? What is wrong with me?" Lucy threw herself onto the bed, her face buried in her pillow.

Kate looked over at her roommate, best friend, and secret crush. "Luce." Kate set her book down and went to sit on Lucy's bed, stroking her back gently. "There's nothing wrong with you. Dating can be tough, and sometimes it just takes a while to find the right person."

Lucy lifted her head slightly, her eyes filled with frustration and sadness. "But it feels like I'm doing everything wrong. Maybe I'm just not meant to find someone."

Kate's heart ached at seeing Lucy so upset. She wanted to tell her that she was perfect just the way she was and that anyone would be lucky to have her. Instead, she said, "You're amazing, Lucy. Don't let a few bad dates make you think otherwise. The right person will see how special you are."

Lucy sighed, turning onto her side to face Kate. "Thanks, Kate. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kate smiled softly, her hand still on Lucy's back. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm always here for you."

Lucy sat up, sitting next to Kate. "Why can't I just date you? We get along so well." she said, not realizing her words caused Kate to temporarily stop breathing. Kate would do anything to be Lucy's.

"Kate? Are you okay?" Lucy's voice pulled Kate out of her daze.

Kate took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. Kate hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a leap of faith. "Luce, I've had a crush on you since the first day we met. I think you're beautiful, and if you ever took a chance on me, I would do everything to make sure you knew how much I cared for you."

Lucy's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Kate, I had no idea..."

"Luce, I'm telling you if you need a drink, then I'm buying. If you need a minute to think, I got time. If you need a shoulder, come over, it's all good. Baby, cry on mine. If you need a hand, I got two. If you're in the mood to dance, I got moves. If you need a night in, a night off, a phone call. Baby, I got you. I will be everything to you."

Lucy’s eyes softened as she listened to Kate’s heartfelt words. She could feel the sincerity and love behind every word Kate spoke. It was a moment she had always dreamed of, but never thought would actually happen.

"Kate," Lucy whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You really mean all of that?"

Kate nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Every single word, Luce. I want to be there for you, in every way possible. You deserve to be loved and cherished, and I want to be the one to do that for you."

Tears welled up in Lucy’s eyes as she leaned in, pressing her forehead against Kate's. "I never knew someone could care about me this much. Thank you, Kate."

Kate gently cupped Lucy’s face, wiping away a stray tear with her thumb. "You don’t have to thank me. Just let me be with you, Luce. That’s all I want."

Lucy smiled through her tears, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness and security. "Okay, Kate. I’m ready to give us a chance. I trust you with my heart."

Kate's heart soared at Lucy’s words, and she pulled her into a tight embrace. "I promise you won’t regret this, Luce. I’ll be everything you need and more."

Lucy smiled, pulling back to kiss Kate for the first time. The kiss started off slow, with a little hesitation until they found their rhythm. The kiss quickly turned more heated as Kate gently pushed Lucy down onto the bed.

Breathless, Lucy looked up at Kate. "Can I take you on a date?"

"Yes," Kate replied, her eyes shining with emotion. "And I promise you, we will make it past the third date."

Lucy laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth and joy. She pulled Kate back in for another kiss, their lips meeting with newfound passion and certainty.

As they held each other, everything else seemed to fade away. The worries, the doubts, the uncertainties—all replaced by the sheer bliss of being together. It was the beginning of something wonderful, and they both knew it was a moment they would cherish forever.

From that day forward, Kate and Lucy embarked on a beautiful journey together. Each date brought them closer, each moment more precious than the last. And true to their word, they not only made it past the third date but went on to build a life filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures.

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Make It To Me-Sam Smith

The DJ tapped the microphone signally he had an announcement. The room grew quiet as he spoke, "the bride would like to sing a song to her wife."

The room fell into a peaceful silence as the DJ’s announcement settled over the guests. The spotlight shifted to Kate, who stood confidently in the center of the dance floor, a microphone in hand. Her eyes sparkled with love and anticipation as she began to sing.

As Kate sang the poignant lyrics, her voice imbued with both vulnerability and strength, Lucy’s eyes sparkled in the soft glow of the lights. The words resonated deeply, reflecting their journey together—the challenges they’d faced and the love that had persevered.

“You're the one designed for me. A distant stranger that I will complete. I know you're out there we're meant to be. So keep your head up and make it to me.”

Lucy’s stood up, her steps deliberate, each movement filled with anticipation and love. As Kate’s song continued, the emotion in her voice resonated deeply within Lucy. The rest of the room seemed to blur into the background, with the focus solely on the connection between the two.

Kate's voice, rich with sincerity, carried the heartfelt lyrics:

“So sick of this lonely air. It seems such a waste of breath. So much that I need to say. So much to get off my chest. I'm waiting patiently though time is moving slow. I have one vacancy and I wanted you to know that”

Kate’s outstretched hand met Lucy’s, their fingers intertwining as they closed the distance. The intensity of the moment was palpable, their love and commitment evident in the way they looked at each other.

As beautiful as this moment was, Kate knew that Lucy's family's refusal to come to the wedding had hurt her deeply.

As Kate reached the final lyric, she drew Lucy into a tight embrace, her voice soft but filled with resolve: “And I wanted you to know that. By the way, she’s safe with me.”

Lucy, overwhelmed by the depth of Kate's words, buried her face in her wife’s neck. Her tears, long-held, flowed freely now, mingling with the tender warmth of Kate's embrace.

In that moment, the world around them seemed to vanish, leaving just the two of them—bound by love, unshaken by external disappointments. Lucy's heart swelled with a profound sense of belonging and safety, knowing with absolute certainty that Kate was her home.

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You and Me-James TW

Lucy had gotten the call that Kate had gotten hurt. She had gone after Andrea Medina without backup.

Lucy raced towards the hospital, her heart pounding with fear and worry. She didn't care that she and Kate were no longer together. She had to be there. She had to be there for Kate.

When she arrived at the hospital, Lucy barely took a moment to park the car before sprinting inside. She rushed to the front desk, breathless and frantic.

"Kate...Kate Whistler. Where is she?" she demanded.

The receptionist looked at Lucy with concern and pointed down the hall.

Lucy burst into the room as Kate was sitting on the bed. Her arm was in a sling with an ice pack.

Kate looked up, surprised to see Lucy. “Lucy… I didn’t expect you.”

Lucy walked over and sat beside Kate on the bed. “I know we’re not together anymore, but when I got the call, I couldn’t just stay away. I was worried about you.”

Kate looked at Lucy, her voice tinged with both relief and emotion. “I’m okay, just a little banged up. But it means a lot that you came.”

Lucy reached out and touched Kate’s hand, her own trembling slightly. “You always mean a lot to me, Kate. Seeing you like this—”

Kate’s eyes filled with emotion as she squeezed Lucy’s hand back. “Thank you for being here. I didn’t think you’d…..I mean, after I messed up the most beautiful thing in my life, I thought you'd hate me forever. I'm always making mistakes. But you have to know I only ever wanted you." Kate said as tears spilled from her eyes.

Lucy cupped Kate's face, her thumb brushing away the tears that glistened in Kate's eyes. "Kate, we all make mistakes. What's important is that we learn from them and grow together. You don't have to be perfect; you just have to be you. And being you is more than enough for me."

Lucy leaned in, her forehead resting against Kate’s. "I’m here because I want to be, because I need to be. You’re the most beautiful thing in my life too. We can make it through anything as long as we’re together."

Kate's voice trembled with emotion as she whispered, "I don't deserve you."

Lucy paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "What you didn't deserve was how I treated you after the whole Cara situation, and I'm sorry. If you would be willing to... I want to make things right between us. I want to be with you again, if you'll have me."

Kate pulled Lucy in for a kiss. Her jaw hurt at the contact, but she didn't care. She needed the feel of Lucy's lips against hers.

When their lips finally parted, Lucy’s gaze was full of hope and love. “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to—.”

Kate placed a finger on Lucy’s lips. “Yes, I’m sure. I need you in my life. I missed you so much.”

Lucy’s eyes glistened with tears, a mix of relief and joy flooding her heart. “I missed you too.”

Kate smiled through her own tears. “I’m sorry for everything. Let’s put the past behind us.”

Lucy nodded, pulling Kate into her arms. “I’d like that. More than anything.”

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Later that night, Lucy laid beside Kate in bed, her fingers gently massaging Kate's scalp. The rhythmic touch and soft kisses she placed against Kate’s face were meant to comfort and soothe her. The quiet hum of the apartment was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions Lucy had felt earlier.

Kate, drowsy from the pain medication, relaxed into Lucy’s touch. The warmth of Lucy’s love and care wrapped around her like a cocoon, making her feel safe and cherished. The stress and pain of the day seemed to melt away with every kiss and soothing caress.

As Lucy held Kate, mindful of her injuries, she whispered softly, her voice tender and filled with warmth, “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I always forget that you can't read my mind. As long as I’ve got you and me moving through this world as a two-man team, I’ll always have everything I need. You don’t even realize what you mean to me. No one could fall for you quite like me; no one could get me so perfectly. You don’t even realize it, but you’re all that I need. Because I want you and me. You're mine forever, Kate. I will never leave you again.” Lucy sealed her promise with a kiss to Kate's forehead.

Kate nestled closer in her sleep, letting out a contented sigh with a small smile on her face.

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Big Heart-Rosie Music

"Kate, why are you making this so much harder than it has to be? We are great together. Why do you keep pushing me away?"

Lucy had stopped by Kate's apartment to confront the blonde. She was tired of the mixed signals she was getting and wanted some answers.

"Lucy, you don't understand." Kate looked away, avoiding Lucy's gaze.

"Then help me understand," Lucy said softly. "Tell me what you need. What I need to do."

"People have always let me down. It's not easy being vulnerable and opening up."

Lucy moved into Kate's space, gently tucking a piece of hair behind Kate's ear. "I'm not like everyone else."

Kate looked up at Lucy, seeing the genuine concern and care in her eyes. "It's just... I don't want to lose you, Luce. If this doesn't work out, I don't know if I could handle it."

Lucy cupped Kate's face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to fall. "Baby, talk to me."

Kate took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. " Okay, before I let you get to close. There's a couple things you need to know. I fall to hard and I break to easy, and I'll come apart if I think you don't need me. I'll love you to death as long as I'm breathing and I'm just telling you from the start. That I am a girl with a big big heart."

Lucy stood there, taking in everything Kate had said.  Breathing hard, Kate anxiously awaited Lucy's response. 

Lucy leaned in and pressed a kiss to Kate's forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then her lips."Kate, I know you're scared. I know you've been hurt before, but I'm not going to let that happen again. I promise to be careful with your heart, to cherish it, and to love you for who you are, big heart and all."

Kate's eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were tears of relief. "I just... I need to know that you're in this for real, Luce. I can't handle any more heartbreak."

Lucy took Kate's hands in hers, "I'm in this for real, Kate. I'm not going to let fear or anyone get in the way of us. We deserve to be happy together."

Kate let out a shaky breath, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Okay. Let's give this a shot. I'm tired of being afraid. No more secrets."

Lucy smiled, her eyes shining with love and determination. "No more secrets. We'll face everything together."

Kate nodded, feeling a newfound sense of hope. "Together."

Lucy leaned in, capturing Kate's lips in a passionate kiss, sealing their promise to each other.

As they stood there, holding each other close, they both knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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Any Man of Mine-Shania Twain

Kate was sitting on Lucy's bed in her dorm room. Lucy had just gotten back from another disastrous date.

Lucy flopped down onto the bed next to Kate, her face still red from the tears she had shed over another failed date. She let out a deep sigh, trying to shake off the lingering disappointment. "Ugh, Skylar seemed so promising, but she was just... I don't know. Not what I was looking for."

Kate shifted slightly, turning to face Lucy with a soft smile. "Hey, Luce. If you could dream up the perfect woman, what would you say?"

Lucy glanced over at Kate, her best friend, who had always been there for her through every heartache. She let out a small chuckle, the question catching her off guard. "Perfect woman, huh? Let's see..."

She sat up a bit, thinking carefully. "I guess any woman of mine better be proud of me. Even when I'm ugly, she still better love me. And if I can be late for a date, that's fine. But she better be on time. Oh, and I would say, Any woman of mine better disagree. When I say another woman's lookin' better than me, and when I cook him dinner and I burn it black, she better say, Mmm, I like it like that, yeah."

Kate laughed, shaking her head. "That sounds like quite the woman, Luce."

Lucy grinned, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Yeah, well, a girl can dream, right?"

Kate took a deep breath, her heart pounding with nervous excitement. "Luce, what if... what if that dream woman is closer than you think?"

Lucy turned to Kate, her grin fading into a look of curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Kate met Lucy's gaze, her own eyes filled with hope. "I mean, what if the perfect woman for you has been here all along? What if she's been waiting for you to see her, to realize that she loves you more than anything?"

Lucy blinked, taken aback. "Kate, are you saying..."

Kate nodded, squeezing Lucy's hand. "I've loved you for so long, Luce. I've watched you go on all these dates, hoping you'd find happiness, even though it broke my heart. But the truth is, I've always wanted to be the one to make you happy. I've always wanted to be your perfect woman."

Lucy sat there looking at her best friend, but this time she was really looking at her. As she thought back on their relationship, memories flooded her mind. Kate had always been the first person she wanted to call—the one who could make her smile even when she didn't want to. Lucy realized that she had treated Kate like a girlfriend, but without the official title and all the perks.

"Kate," Lucy began, her voice soft but filled with a newfound understanding. "I think... I think I've been blind. You've always been there for me, through everything. And now that I really look at it, I see it. You've been my rock, my constant, my... everything."

Kate's heart pounded in her chest, hope mingling with fear. "Lucy, you don't have to say anything just because I opened up. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

"No, Kate," Lucy said, shaking her head. "I need to say this. You've been the one for me all along, and I was too caught up in my own mess to see it. I don't want to keep making that mistake."

Kate's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and joy lighting up her face. "Luce, are you saying...?"

Lucy took a deep breath, a smile slowly spreading across her lips. "I'm saying that I want to try. I want to see if we can be more than just best friends. Because if there's anyone who deserves to be my perfect woman, it's you."

Tears welled up in Kate's eyes as she reached out and took Lucy's hand. "You have no idea how much that means to me, Luce. I've been waiting for this moment for so long."

Lucy leaned in, her forehead resting against Kate's. "Then let's not wait any longer."

With that, Kate closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Lucy's in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was a kiss filled with years of unspoken love, shared memories, and the promise of a future together. As they pulled back, both breathless and smiling, they knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful and real.

"This is what a woman wants," Lucy whispered, her eyes sparkling with hope.

Kate nodded, her heart soaring. "Yes, it is."

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Play It Again- Luke Bryan

"Katie, come on. I promise you'll have fun." Noah said as he dragged his sister to the party.

Katie hesitated, her discomfort evident as Noah pulled her towards the party in the field. "A party in a field doesn’t sound fun," she protested, trying to get out of his grip.

Noah grinned, his enthusiasm unwavering. "It’s a rite of passage. Tailgating, bonfires, drinking—it's all part of being teenagers. You’ll have a blast, I promise. Just stop complaining and give it a chance."

Katie sighed but relented, knowing her brother wouldn't let up. As they approached the party, the sounds of music, laughter, and chatter grew louder. She glanced around, still unsure, but decided to go along with Noah’s excitement.

Once they were in the thick of it, surrounded by other teens, Katie started to relax a bit. The warmth of the bonfire, the shared energy of the crowd, and the inviting atmosphere made the evening a bit more bearable.

Then Kate saw her; she was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate. Tan legs swingin' by a Texas plate. Kate looked for a girlfriend, thinkin', no way she ain't got one.

Intrigued, Kate made her way over, hoping to introduce herself and perhaps find out more about the girl who sat alone at the party.

"Hi, I'm Kate."

"I'm Lucy. It's nice to meet you. Have a seat."

Kate knew the moment she sat down, she was fallin' in love. Lucy had a way about her that couldn't be ignored.

As Kate settled onto the tailgate beside Lucy, she felt a sudden, undeniable connection. Lucy's easygoing smile and the way she casually leaned back with her legs swinging made Kate feel at ease, yet captivated. The noise of the party seemed to fade into the background as the two began talking.

As the conversation flowed easily between them, Kate couldn’t shake the feeling that this chance meeting was more than just a random encounter. 

Kate and Lucy continued talking over the speakers in the back of that truck. Lucy jumped up, cutting Kate off. Lucy excitedly yelled out, "Oh, my god, this is my song. I've been listenin' to the radio all night long. Sittin' 'round, waitin' for it to come on, and here it is." Lucy grabbed Kate and said, "Come here, girl, I wanna dance." Before Kate could say a word, Lucy was takin' her hand and spinning her around 'til it faded out.

Then, before Kate knew it, Lucy gave her a kiss.

Kate's heart skipped a beat as Lucy's lips met hers in a sweet, unexpected kiss. The world around them seemed to blur for a moment, and all Kate could focus on was the warmth and tenderness of the kiss. When Lucy pulled away, she had a playful, radiant smile on her face.

"Play it again, play it again, play it again," Lucy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

They continued dancing, lost in the music and each other’s presence, the night turning into one of those magical moments neither of them would ever forget.

As the night drew to a close and the party began to wind down, Kate gathered the courage to ask Lucy a question that had been on her mind all evening.

"Hey, Lucy," Kate began, her voice a mix of nervousness and hope. "Would you like to go on a date with me next Friday night?"

Lucy’s eyes lit up with excitement, and a bright smile spread across her face. "Yes, I'd love to!"

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The next Friday night. Kate and Lucy were sittin' out under the stars. Kate couldn't get enough of Lucy's smile. Then Kate broke out her guitar and started to play. 

The gentle hum of the guitar filled the space between them. Kate's fingers danced over the strings, playing the song that quickly became Kate's favorite too.

As Kate strummed the opening chords, Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise. She leaned in, her lips finding Kate's in a sweet, appreciative kiss. Pulling back, she exclaimed, "Oh my god, this is my song!"

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My Home-The Change

Kate was sitting at the airport, waiting for Lucy. Lucy was flying back from a week-long visit in Texas. Kate missed her terribly. As Kate sat there with a coffee in hand, an elderly woman approached her.

"Anyone sitting here, dear?" The woman gestured to the vacant chair next to Kate.

"Go right ahead." Kate smiled.

The elderly woman settled into the seat beside Kate with a warm smile. "Thank you, dear. Waiting for someone special?"

Kate nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. "Yes, my girlfriend is flying back from Texas. I've missed her so much."

The woman’s eyes twinkled with understanding. "Ah, young love. There's nothing quite like it. How long has she been away?"

"A week," Kate replied, her voice soft with longing. "It feels like much longer, though."

The woman chuckled. "Time has a way of dragging when you're waiting for someone you love. My husband used to travel a lot for work. I always felt like a piece of me was missing until he came back."

Kate smiled, feeling a connection with the woman. "She's my home."

"Would you like to tell me about her since we have time?" The woman asked.

Kate's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with love and excitement. "I'd love to." Kate eagerly began, "My home has beautiful eyes. The cutest nose, the prettiest smile. My home likes starry nights. Is short in height and sometimes bites." Kate laughed, "My home has got a couple windows to my soul. My home somehow makes me feel so whole. My home feels like gold. My home won't ever be a place. My home has the most beautiful face."

The elderly woman smiled warmly and said, "She sounds absolutely lovely, and I can tell you love her very much."

Kate nodded, feeling a deep sense of contentment as she spoke. "I do. She means the world to me. Who are you waiting for?"

The woman's eyes flashed with sadness. "No one. My dear husband died last year. I still come to the airport as a way to remember him. We had a lot of memories here. I feel connected to him when I sit here." 

Kate put a hand on the woman's shoulder, offering a comforting touch. "I'm so sorry for your loss. It sounds like you and your husband had a very special bond."

The woman smiled wistfully, her eyes glistening. "We did. We were married for fifty-five years, and coming here helps me feel close to him, even if just for a little while."

Kate nodded understandingly. "I'm happy it brings you some comfort. It’s wonderful that you have a place that holds so many precious memories."

"Thank you, dear," the woman said softly. "It's moments like these, talking with kind people, that make it a bit easier."

Kate offered a gentle smile. Just then, Kate's gaze drifted to the terminal, spotting Lucy making her way through the crowd. She turned back to the woman, her eyes full of warmth. "I need to go greet someone special, but I wish you all the best. I hope you find comfort and peace."

The woman nodded with a faint smile on her lips. "And I wish you and your loved one many more happy moments together."

Kate gave her a final, reassuring squeeze before turning to find Lucy. As she walked away, she glanced back one last time, feeling grateful for the unexpected connection they had made.

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If You Love Her-Forest Blakk

Ever since that night, when she stormed out of Kate's apartment after discovering the truth about Cara, Lucy had been deeply hurt. The betrayal gnawed at her—Kate had lied to her and kept a significant part of her past hidden, making Lucy believe that she was the only one who mattered. But now, everything felt like a lie, and the trust they had built was shattered.

It had been a week since then, and the pain still hadn't lessened. Tonight, Lucy found herself sitting at the neighborhood bar, the same place where she and Kate had met and shared so many happy moments. But now, it felt different—cold, empty, and full of memories that were too painful to relive.

Lucy stared into her drink, the glass half-empty, just like how she felt inside. The chatter of other patrons and the clinking of glasses around her faded into the background as her mind replayed the night she walked out on Kate. The look of shock and hurt on Kate's face as she tried to explain, the way Lucy's heart had twisted with a mix of anger and sorrow—those images haunted her.

She took another sip, trying to drown out the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. But no amount of alcohol could numb the ache in her chest or erase the questions swirling in her mind. Why hadn’t Kate told her about Cara? Had any of it been real? And what was she supposed to do now?

Lucy didn’t expect to see Cara that night. As she looked up from her drink, she froze, spotting Cara sitting alone at the end of the bar. The sight of her immediately reignited the anger and pain Lucy had been trying so hard to suppress. Without thinking, she stood up, her body moving on autopilot as she made her way over to confront the woman who had unknowingly become the center of her turmoil.

Lucy’s heart pounded as she approached Cara. As she neared Cara, her footsteps slowed. When she finally reached Cara, she stood there for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts.

Cara looked up, surprised to see Lucy. “Lucy?” she said cautiously, her eyes widening, fully expecting to be punched. She braced herself for whatever was about to come.

Lucy’s jaw clenched, her fists tightening at her sides, as she took a step closer to Cara. The rage bubbling inside her was almost too much to contain, but instead of striking out, she forced herself to speak.

Lucy took a deep breath, steadying herself. The words felt heavy in her mouth, but she knew she had to say them. “Listen, I know you’re with Kate now.” The admission felt like a punch to the gut, but she pressed on. “But there are some things you need to know about Kate if you’re going to be with her.”

Cara looked at Lucy, her confusion evident. “Umm, okay. What do you mean?”

Lucy’s voice trembled as she spoke, her heart aching with every word. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she pressed on, determined to make Cara understand.

"If she gives you her heart, don’t you break it. Let your arms be a place she feels safe in. She’s the best thing that you’ll ever have. She always has trouble falling asleep. And she likes to cuddle while under the sheets. She loves pop songs and dancing, and bad trash TV. There’s still a few other things. She loves love notes and babies. And likes giving gifts. Has a hard time accepting a good compliment. She loves her whole family and all of her friends. So if you’re the one she lets in, take it. If she gives you her heart, don’t you break it. She’s the best thing that you’ll ever have."

Lucy’s voice broke at the end, the tears she’d been holding back spilling over. Her vision blurred, but she didn’t care. She needed Cara to understand just how special Kate was, how much she deserved to be loved and cherished.

Cara watched Lucy, her own eyes softening with understanding. She could see how much this was costing Lucy, how deeply she still cared for Kate despite everything that had happened.

Lucy wiped at her eyes, taking a shaky breath. “Kate's not mine anymore, but I want to make sure she’s taken care of. I want to make sure that whoever’s with her knows just how lucky they are. And if you’re going to be that person, then you need to love her, right.”

Cara was silent for a moment, then she spoke quietly. “After you left, Kate kicked me out. She made it perfectly clear that we were not, and never had been, in a relationship. She said, I ruined the best thing in her life.”

Lucy’s heart clenched at the mention of Kate’s words. 

Cara continued, her voice heavy with resignation. “The only reason I’m still in Hawaii is because I wasn’t ready to accept the truth. But I fly out tomorrow. She was never mine, and I'm sorry for the pain and trouble I caused you both.”

Cara left after that, leaving Lucy standing there.

What Lucy didn't know was that Kate had walked into the bar, surprised to see Lucy and Cara talking. She moved closer to hear them without being detected. 

Kate's heart pounded as she listened to Lucy's compassionate words and Cara's apology. The realization that Lucy still had feelings for her, despite everything, hit her hard. She knew she had to act quickly and decisively to make things right. If there was even a chance to repair their relationship, she was determined to seize it.

Watching Cara leave, Kate saw Lucy standing alone, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. It took everything in her not to run up to her and hold her, so instead she snuck out of the bar. She knew she had to make things right. She reached for her phone and dialed a number: "Ernie, I need your help. Tell more about these grand gestures."

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I Get To Love You-Ruelle

Lucy quietly walked into the dark apartment, the exhaustion of the late-night shift weighing heavily on her. It was almost 3:00 am, and all she wanted was to crawl into bed and wrap herself around Kate. As she tiptoed into the bedroom, the soft glow from the moon illuminated Kate's peaceful form, fast asleep on her side of the bed.

Lucy couldn't help but smile at the sight. Kate was curled around her pillow, holding it tightly as if it were Lucy herself. The sight filled Lucy with warmth, a deep sense of love and contentment washing over her.

Lucy sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her eyes softened with love as she watched Kate sleep. The day's exhaustion seemed to melt away just by being close to her. Gently, she reached out and ran her fingers through Kate's hair, the soft strands slipping through her fingers like silk.

Kate hummed softly in her sleep, a contented sound that made Lucy smile even wider. She leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against Kate's forehead, her lips barely grazing the skin.

Lucy could not help but think about how much she loved this woman. She quietly whispered her love for the sleeping woman.

"I can't believe I get to love you. It's the best thing that I'll ever do. I get to love you. It's a promise I'm making to you. Whatever may come, your heart I will choose. Forever I'm yours; forever I do."

As Lucy whispered those heartfelt words, a profound sense of thankfulness overflowed Lucy's heart. She marveled at the fact that she got to love Kate, that out of all the people in the world, they had found each other. The promise she made wasn't just a fleeting thought—it was a vow, one she knew she'd keep for the rest of her life.

Gazing at Kate's peaceful face, Lucy felt an overwhelming surge of love. She kissed Kate's temple, her lips lingering as if sealing the promise she had just made.

"Forever I'm yours, Kate," Lucy whispered softly. "Forever I do."

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Butterflies-Ali Gatie and Max Schneider

Kate and Lucy were out for dinner at a nice restaurant for their anniversary. Kate couldn't help but notice a couple that came in that appeared to be on their first date. 

Kate chuckled softly as she observed the couple, their nervous laughter and shy glances giving away their first-date jitters. "Look at them," she whispered to Lucy, nodding toward the pair. "Remember when we were like that?"

Lucy smiled, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the couple and then back at Kate. "Oh, I remember. You were so nervous, and I couldn’t stop blushing every time you looked at me."

Kate laughed, reaching across the table to take Lucy’s hand in hers. "And now look at us. Four years later, still completely in love, but a lot less awkward."

They fell into a comfortable silence, looking over the menu.

When Kate nervously asked, "Do you miss it?"

"Miss what? Lucy set the menu aside.

"The butterflies you get at the beginning of a relationship?"

Lucy tilted her head, considering Kate’s question. She reached across the table, taking Kate’s hand in hers. "I think those butterflies change over time, you know? In the beginning, it’s all new and exciting, and the butterflies are there because everything’s a discovery. But now..." She smiled warmly. "Now, I get a different kind of feeling. It’s deeper, more settled. Same butterflies, but now they have a warm glow instead of an anxious fluttering in my stomach."

Kate listened intently as Lucy spoke.

"I don’t miss the old butterflies because I think what we have now is even better. It’s steady, constant love. I know you’re here for me, and that’s worth more than any first-date jitters." Lucy’s voice was filled with sincerity, her eyes locking with Kate’s.

Kate smiled. "You’re right. I just want to make sure you never lose that feeling of having butterflies for me." Kate said as she nervously played with her napkin.

Lucy squeezed Kate’s hand. "Baby, you should know, even when we're old and gray. I won't stop getting butterflies. Because I get 'em every time. I look into your eyes. You won't stop running through my mind. For the rest of both our lives. You give me butterflies."

Kate's heart swelled as Lucy spoke, her words wrapping around her like a warm embrace. She felt a rush of emotions, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Lucy, you always know just what to say."

Lucy smiled, her thumb gently stroking the back of Kate's hand. "It’s the truth, Kate. You’re the one who gives me butterflies every single day. And I don’t ever want that to stop."

Kate leaned across the table, her lips meeting Lucy’s in a soft, lingering kiss. When they pulled back, she whispered, "You give me butterflies too, Lucy. Always have, always will."

The moment hung between them, filled with unspoken promises and the certainty of their love. As they sat there, hands intertwined, they knew that the butterflies they shared would never fade, no matter how much time passed.

Chapter Text

Thank God-Kane Brown and Katelyn Brown

Lucy slumped down on the couch next to Kate, her expression a mix of disbelief and frustration. "Can you believe she cheated on him?"

Kate shook her head, her voice tinged with sympathy. "I know. It's a horrible thing to do to someone."

The news had spread quickly through the office, leaving everyone in shock. One of their colleagues, Sam, who had been in a committed three-year relationship, had just found out that his girlfriend had been unfaithful. The betrayal hit hard, especially in a workplace where they all knew each other so well.

Lucy, feeling a pang of insecurity, looked up at Kate with worried eyes. "Would you ever cheat on me?"

Kate's expression shifted to one of surprise and hurt. "Lucy Tara! How can you ask me such a question?"

Lucy sighed, fidgeting with her hands. "I know, I know. But Sam and his girlfriend showed no signs of trouble, and now this... I guess I’m feeling weird about it."

Kate softened, reaching out to take Lucy's hands in hers. "I understand why it would make you feel uneasy, but I need you to know something. I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you like that. What we have is real, and it’s strong. Sam’s situation is heartbreaking, but it doesn’t change what we have."

Lucy looked into Kate's eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. She nodded, feeling a bit more reassured. "You're right. I just needed to hear it."

Kate leaned in, pressing a kiss on Lucy's forehead. "You should know that I thank God every day. I get to wake up by your side, and I thank God. Your hand fits perfectly in mine, and I thank God. You loved me when you didn't have to. But you did, and you do, and he knew I thank God for giving me you."

Lucy’s heart swelled with emotion as she felt the sincerity in Kate's words. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't hold them back. Overwhelmed, she moved to straddle Kate's lap, wrapping her arms around her neck.

Kate held her close, her hands resting on Lucy’s waist as she whispered, "I mean every word, Lucy. I will never stop thanking God for bringing you into my life, and I'll never do anything stupid to ruin what we have."

Lucy buried her face in Kate's neck, her tears wetting Kate's skin. "I love you so much, Kate. I promise to never hurt you either."

Kate smiled, pulling back just enough to look into Lucy’s eyes and brushing away her tears with her thumbs.

Lucy leaned in, capturing Kate’s lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all her love into it. As their lips parted, she rested her forehead against Kate’s, both of them breathing each other in, feeling more connected than ever.

Chapter Text

Marry Your Daughter, Brian McKnight

Kate sat nervously at the restaurant, waiting for Lucy's father to show up. Her foot tapped anxiously until Mr. Tara walked in, sitting down in the booth.

"Miss Whistler, can you tell me why you called me here?"

Kate swallowed nervously as she watched Mr. Tara sit down across from her, his presence commanding and serious. Her hands felt sweaty as she wiped them on her pants under the table, but she forced herself to take a deep breath.

"Mr. Tara, thank you for coming," Kate began, her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling inside her. "Sir, I'm a bit nervous about being here today. I'm still not really sure of what I'm going to say. So bare with me, please."

Mr. Tara nodded slightly, his stern expression softening just a bit at Kate's honesty. He could see the sincerity in her eyes and appreciated her straightforwardness.

"Take your time, Miss Whistler," he said, his voice gentler now. "I'm listening."

Kate took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. Kate pulled out a box from her purse. "Well, you see, in this box is a ring for your youngest. She's my everything, and all that I know is that it would be such a relief if I knew that we were on the same side, because very soon I'm hoping that I.."

Kate’s voice wavered as she felt the weight of the moment. She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over.

"Sorry," she whispered, taking another steadying breath. "What I want to ask is: Can I marry your daughter and make her my wife? I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life, and I want to give her the best of me 'til the day that I die."

Mr. Tara remained silent for a moment, his gaze unwavering as he studied Kate’s face. The weight of her words hung in the air between them. 

Kate continued on with her speech, "I want to marry your princess and make her my queen. She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen. I can't wait to see her smile as she walks down the aisle. On the arm of her father. On the day that I marry your daughter."

Mr. Tara’s eyes softened as he listened to Kate’s heartfelt words. He could see the depth of her love and commitment in every word she spoke. The image of Lucy walking down the aisle, radiant and happy, flashed in his mind, and he knew that Kate was the right person for his daughter.

He took a deep breath, his voice gentle as he responded. “Kate, you’ve thought this through, haven’t you? It’s clear how much you love Lucy, and I can see how much this means to you. She’s always been my little girl, and as her father, all I’ve ever wanted is for her to be loved and cherished.”

He leaned forward slightly, his expression soft but serious. “You have my blessing, Kate. I trust you to be the wife she deserves. Just promise me one thing: always put her happiness first. Be the person she can lean on, the one who makes her feel safe and loved.”

Kate’s eyes welled up with tears of gratitude and relief. “Thank you, sir. I promise with everything I have that I’ll take care of her and make her happy every day.”

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They Don't Know About Us-One Direction

Lucy was leaving Kate's office when Kate reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her back.

"Make sure to call me later, okay? Last time you didn't, and I was up all night worried when I didn't hear from you."

Lucy turned back to face Kate, seeing the concern in her eyes. She gave Kate a reassuring smile. "I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to worry you."

Kate squeezed Lucy’s hand, her voice softening. "I know, but I just can’t help it. I need to know you’re okay."

Lucy nodded, her expression tender. "I promise I’ll call you later. You won’t have to worry this time."

Kate smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Make sure your phone is charged; that way, when I text you, you can answer me.

Lucy chuckled. "Of course. Anything else?"

Kate smirked, her eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and playful seriousness. "Yes, one more thing."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. "And what would that be?"

Kate pulled her a little closer, her voice dropping to a soft, affectionate tone. "Give me a kiss."

Lucy smiled, her fingers toying with Kate’s lapels as she leaned in closer. “Well, if that’s all you want,” she teased, her voice soft and playful.

Kate smirked. “It’s all I want for now.”

Lucy closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Kate’s in a soft yet lingering kiss. Kate’s hand tightened around Lucy’s, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepened, filled with the affection and warmth they shared.

Kate gave a satisfied nod, her thumb brushing over Lucy’s hand. “Good. Now go kick ass today, okay?”

Lucy grinned. “Only if you promise to do the same.” With one last kiss on the cheek, she left Kate’s office, leaving Kate with a smile on her face.

******

Before Kate went back into her office, she heard two women speaking. Normally, she wouldn't care, but when she heard Lucy's name, she moved closer.

"Wow, do you hear how Agent Whistler speaks to her girlfriend? Pretty controlling, don't you think?"

"Agent Tara probably doesn't realize she's in a toxic relationship."

Kate's heart sank as she listened to the women jump to conclusions about her relationship with Lucy. The harsh words stung, especially since they were based on a small snippet of a conversation taken completely out of context. She felt a mix of frustration and sadness—frustration that people could so easily misjudge her intentions, and sadness that they viewed her love and care for Lucy in such a negative light.

Kate sat at her desk, her thoughts racing. The overheard conversation played on a loop in her mind, feeding into her insecurities. If strangers could so easily judge her relationship with Lucy, what did people who knew them say behind their backs? More importantly, what did Lucy think?

The idea that Lucy might be going along with things just to keep her happy, out of fear or obligation, gnawed at Kate. The thought was unbearable. Kate loved Lucy deeply and wanted their relationship to be one of equality, where they both felt free to express their true feelings. But what if Lucy was just pretending? What if she wasn't as happy as Kate thought she was?

Kate's chest tightened as her fears took hold, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her. She couldn't shake the worry that talking to Lucy might only confirm her worst fears, and the thought of potentially hurting their relationship terrified her. Instead of confronting the issue head-on, Kate made a difficult decision—to back off a little.

Over the next few days, Kate found herself pulling back in subtle ways. She stopped sending the little reminders that had become routine, hesitated before reaching out, and second-guessed her every action. When they were together, she tried to give Lucy more space, even though it hurt to hold back. She told herself it was for the best—that she was giving Lucy room to breathe and ensuring she wasn't being too overbearing.

But as the days went on, the distance Kate was creating began to weigh on her. She missed the closeness and the easy intimacy they shared. Every time Lucy smiled at her or reached for her hand, Kate felt a pang of guilt, wondering if Lucy had noticed the change.

*********

Lucy had noticed the change in Kate almost immediately. The little things that had once been so routine—Kate's reminders to eat, her texts asking if Lucy was okay, the playful nagging about getting enough sleep—had all but disappeared. At first, Lucy tried not to overthink it, telling herself that maybe Kate was just busy or stressed. But as the days passed, it became impossible to ignore.

By the time their weekend off together rolled around, Lucy was determined to get to the bottom of what was going on. She missed the closeness they shared, and the distance Kate was creating was starting to worry her. Something was clearly bothering Kate, and Lucy wasn’t about to let it fester.

On Saturday morning, after a quiet breakfast that was far too subdued for Lucy's liking, she decided it was time to confront the issue.

"Kate," Lucy began, setting down her coffee cup and turning to face her girlfriend fully. "I need to ask you something."

Kate looked up from her plate, her expression guarded. "What is it, Luce?"

Lucy took a deep breath, her eyes searching Kate’s face. "What's going on? You've been distant lately, and I can't figure out why. Did I do something? Is something wrong?"

Kate’s eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—guilt, fear, and uncertainty. "No, it's not you. It's just... I don’t know, Lucy. I’ve been thinking a lot, and I’m worried I’ve been too... controlling, maybe? I don’t want you to feel like you can’t do things on your own or that I’m suffocating you."

Lucy blinked in surprise, her heart sinking as she realized what had been eating at Kate. "Kate, where is this coming from? You've never suffocated me. You've always just... cared. That's all I’ve ever felt from you—love and care."

Kate looked down, her voice barely above a whisper. "I overheard some people talking, and they made it sound like I was controlling you. Maybe I was being too much, and I just started doubting myself. I don't want you to feel trapped."

Lucy moved to straddle Kate’s lap and cupped her face gently; her eyes locked onto Kate’s with a serious yet affectionate gaze. “Kate, listen to me,” she said firmly but with softness. “You’re not controlling. You care about me, and that means the world to me. Those people don't know about the things we do. They don't know about the I-love-yous. But I bet you if they only knew. They would just be jealous of us."

Lucy continued, her voice steady. They don't know about the up-all-nights. They don't know I've waited all my life. Just to find a love that feels this right. They don't know how special you are. They don't know what you've done to my heart. They can say anything they want because they don't know about us."

Lucy’s fingers brushed away a tear that had escaped from Kate’s eye. “So let them talk. They don't know what we do best. That's between me and you, our little secret."

Kate looked up at Lucy, her heart swelling as Lucy held her face with a tenderness that made everything else fade away. As Lucy spoke, her voice was filled with conviction and love, every word wrapping around Kate like a warm embrace.

Tears welled up in Kate’s eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming realization of how deeply Lucy loved her. 

"They don’t know about us," Kate repeated softly, her hands resting on Lucy’s waist as she gazed up at her girlfriend, feeling more connected to her than ever. "I’ve never had anything like this before, Luce. You make me feel like I’m enough just as I am."

"You are enough," Lucy whispered, leaning in to kiss Kate. "You’re more than enough. You’re everything to me."

"I love you, Lucy," Kate said, her voice steady and sure. "Thank you for reminding me of what’s real."

"I love you too, Kate." Lucy’s lips met Kate’s in a passionate kiss, filled with the depth of her feelings. "And nothing anyone says is ever going to change that."

********

That Monday, when Kate was out of the office, Lucy stopped by to speak to the two women who made Kate doubt herself so much.

Lucy’s presence was commanding as she stood before the two women, her gaze steady and assertive. “Hello, ladies. My name is Lucy Tara,” she began, her voice calm but firm. “I just wanted to let you know that I am not in a controlling relationship. In fact, my relationship is something others can only dream about.”

She paused for a moment, letting her words sink in. “I suggest that if you choose to gossip about someone, you better make sure you have your facts straight. And if I ever hear you talking about me or Kate again, I promise I’ll use every favor I have to transfer you to an office in the middle of the desert.”

Lucy’s eyes held a steely resolve as she finished, “Understood?”

The two women exchanged nervous glances, clearly taken aback by Lucy’s direct approach. Lucy’s message was clear: she would not tolerate any more unwarranted judgments or interference in her relationship.

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Chapter Text

For Her-Chris Lane

"Auntie Lucy!" Lucy's three-year-old niece yelled as she came running into the room. Lucy and Kate were in Texas visiting her family. 

"Yes, my dear. What can I do for you?" Lucy picked up her niece, placing her on her lap.

"Are you in love with Auntie Katie?"

"I am. Why?"

"Why do you love her?" Lucy's niece looked up at her with big brown eyes. Waiting patiently for the answer.

Lucy smiled warmly at her niece, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I love Auntie Kate because she's got a smile that makes your worst day feel like it's your birthday. She's got a laugh like confetti. Would change her name if she'd let me."

"You don't want to call her Katie anymore?"

Lucy chuckled softly at her niece's innocent question. “Oh no, sweetie. I’ll always call her Kate. I mean, change her last name so it's the same as ours."

Lucy’s niece’s eyes widened with joy. “Oh, I see! You want your names to match!”

Lucy nodded, smiling. “Yes, that’s right. I think it would be nice if we all shared the same name. It’s just another way to show how much we care about each other.”

Her niece tilted her head, considering this. “That sounds special. Auntie Kate should change her name today!"

Lucy hugged her niece tightly, a playful smile on her face. “I wish it was that easy. But sometimes, these things take a bit more time and planning.”

Her niece nodded seriously, as if understanding the complexity of name changes. “Does Auntie Kate know you want to change her name?"

Before Lucy could answer her niece, Kate walked into the room, sitting down next to them. Tickling her niece. "What are you two talking about?" Kate asked.

Lucy smiled as Kate joined them, her niece's laughter filling the room. "About how we want your name to match ours." Lucy's niece answered excitedly.

Kate raised an eyebrow, looking confused. "You want to call me Lucy?"

The little girl laughed, "No, silly, same last name."

Kate's heart fluttered as she realized the depth of what they were discussing. The idea of matching names had touched on something more significant—a future together that they hadn't fully explored outside of their undercover mission.

She glanced at Lucy, who had a dreamy, thoughtful expression on her face. The prospect of a shared future seemed to resonate deeply with both of them, even if they hadn't formally talked about it.

Feeling a surge of affection, Kate leaned in and pressed a kiss to Lucy's lips. It was a kiss filled with the unspoken promise of a future they both secretly longed for.

They pulled away, smiling, only to be met with the sound of their niece giggling and playfully covering her eyes.

Their niece, still giggling, climbed onto Kate's lap. "Auntie Katie, why do you love Auntie Lucy?"

Kate looked down at her niece, who had settled comfortably on her lap, and smiled warmly. “Well, let me tell you a story,” she began, her voice gentle and full of affection.

As Kate talked, her niece's eyes grew heavy, and she eventually drifted off to sleep in Kate's embrace, completely content. Kate looked over at Lucy, who was watching them with a heart full of love. Seeing her girlfriend’s expression only deepened Kate’s feelings for her.

Kate adjusted their niece so she was more comfortable and reached out to take Lucy's hand, intertwining their fingers. They shared a quiet, loving smile, feeling the warmth of their shared moments and the deep bond they had built together.

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I Just Call You Mine-Martina Mcbride

The party was in full swing, the lively chatter of FBI and NCIS agents filling the room. Agent Curtis had outdone himself, hosting a gathering that brought together colleagues from different agencies. Kate noticed several faces she recognized from briefings or passing by in the hallway but had never spoken to.

The atmosphere was relaxed, a welcome break from their usual high-pressure work. As Kate moved through the room, she exchanged polite nods and smiles, feeling a bit out of place among so many unfamiliar faces. She spotted Lucy across the room, deep in conversation with a couple of agents Kate hadn't met before.

As Kate watched Lucy, she couldn’t help but smile. Lucy had that effortless charm that drew people in, and it was no surprise to see her surrounded by a small group, all of them laughing at something she’d said. Lucy was magnetic, even when she wasn’t trying, and Kate felt a swell of pride knowing that this incredible woman was hers.

She lingered on the edge of the room, content to watch Lucy in her element, her heart fluttering at the sight of her girlfriend lighting up the room.

Lucy made eye contact with Kate, a bright smile spreading across her face as she excused herself from the group. She walked over to Kate, wrapping her arms around her and snuggling into her embrace.

"You have yourself a fan club over there," Kate laughed, her arms naturally finding their way around Lucy.

"They're all pretty nice," Lucy said, her voice soft and affectionate, "but you're my favorite person to talk to." She looked up at Kate, her eyes filled with love, making it clear that no one else in the room mattered as much as the woman in her arms.

"You're my favorite person to talk to too. But I understand why everyone wants your attention. Because everyone that sees you. Always wants to know you."

Lucy blushed, feeling the warmth in Kate's words. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes never leaving Kate’s. “You make me sound like some kind of superstar,” Lucy teased, though the sincerity in her voice was unmistakable. 

"Well, everyone that already knows you always has a smile when they see you. You're standing ovation. Everyone calls you amazing, but I just call you mine."

Lucy’s eyes softened as she listened to Kate's heartfelt words. She leaned in, resting her forehead against Kate’s. "You're mine too. Sometimes I have to pinch myself. To make sure I'm not in a dream because that's how it seems. When I close my eyes, I breathe in the sweetest moments I've ever known."

Kate felt her heart swell at Lucy's words, her eyes misting with emotion. She cupped Lucy's face, her thumb brushing against her cheek. "I love you so much."

"How about we go home? I want to spend time with just you." Lucy nuzzled her nose against Kate's cheek.

"I'd love that." Kate grabbed Lucy's chin, guiding her in for a kiss. 

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Love The Hell Out of You-Lewis Capaidi

Kate and Lucy were driving back to Kate's place, the air between them light and full of joy after the emotional reunion sparked by Kate's grand gesture in Tennant's backyard. Both women were glowing, feeling happier than they could put into words. The party that followed was a celebration of their love, surrounded by friends who were just as thrilled to see them back together.

Throughout the night, they remained inseparable, leaning into each other for comfort, sharing smiles and laughter, and holding hands like they were afraid to let go. As they drove in the quiet of the night, the feeling of being together again was everything they had missed.

Kate glanced over at Lucy, her heart swelling with love. "I missed you so much," Kate whispered, her hand resting on Lucy's thigh.

Lucy smiled, her hand squeezing Kate's. "I missed you too. I'm never letting you go again."

As the rest of the drive continued, Kate and Lucy rode in comfortable silence.

The song on the radio changed to a soft melody. Soon "Love The Hell Out of You" by Lewis Capaldi filled the car, Kate felt a wave of emotion crash over her. 

I'm gonna love the hell out of you
Take all the pain that you're going through
I'll bring you heaven if that's what you need
'Cause you've always loved the hell out of me

The lyrics seemed to echo everything she felt in that moment—how deeply she loved Lucy and how much she wanted to be there for her through everything. The tears welled up before she could stop them, and Kate found herself pulling the car over to the side of the road.

Lucy turned to her, concern flashing across her face. "Babe, are you okay?"

"No, I mean Yes, what I mean is I'm feeling so much right now." Kate said, wiping at the tears that refused to stop.

Lucy’s expression softened as she reached over, brushing a tear from Kate’s cheek. "It’s okay, let it out," she whispered, her voice calm and steady.

Kate laughed through her tears, shaking her head. "I want you to know that I thought about you many times before we met. Every time I was yelled at, called names, cheated on, and taken for granted." Kate paused, "I prayed for you."

"I searched for you in every tear I shed. I knew that you had to exist, and you'd be the person who would love me the way I wanted to give love. Then we crossed paths. " Kate smiled at the memory.

"Meeting you later in life, healing with you, and growing with you is the beginning of our forever love story."

Lucy’s eyes glistened with emotion as she listened to Kate pour her heart out. She squeezed Kate’s hand, feeling the weight of every word.

"Everything is different with you, Luce. I find myself thinking... In a room full of people, I would see only you. In a room with multiple conversations, I would only hear you. In another life, I would recognize you. It's always been you I've been looking for." 

Lucy’s tears fell freely now, her heart swelling with love as Kate’s words washed over her. She reached up to hold Kate's hand, which was gently cupping her cheek, and leaned into the touch.

"The universe knew what it was doing for all these years, and it knew that we needed each other." 

"I knew the moment my soul saw you in that bar, it tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at you and said, "Her."

Lucy, unable to handle the small distance between them, climbed into the backseat, pulling Kate with her.

Kate laughed softly as Lucy tugged her into the backseat, the playful spontaneity bringing warmth to her chest. Once they were settled, Kate rested her forehead against Lucy's, their noses brushing as they caught their breath, both smiling like they had just won the universe’s greatest prize.

"When you walked over and sat next to me, the storm inside me calmed and my mind went quiet. I've read about that feeling and didn't believe it was real.... until you happened."

Lucy leaned forward, smashing her lips against Kate's in a heated, passionate kiss. The intensity of it sent a jolt of electricity through Kate, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Kate responded immediately, her hands finding their way to the back of Lucy's neck, pulling her in closer as the kiss deepened. The intensity of the moment matched the words that had just been spoken—raw, powerful, and undeniable. Every touch, every brush of their lips, felt like a spark of electricity running between them, igniting something deep within.

Lucy’s fingers trailed up Kate’s side, drawing her even closer until there was no space left between them. When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together again as they tried to catch up with their racing hearts.

"I don't know how I lived without you," Lucy whispered, her voice barely audible, her thumb tracing Kate's jawline softly.

"You don’t have to anymore," Kate replied, her voice filled with emotion, eyes searching Lucy's face. "You're stuck with me now... forever."

A soft laugh escaped Lucy as she leaned in, pressing another kiss to Kate's lips, this time slower, savoring the moment. The love they felt for each other was palpable, filling the car with an overwhelming sense of peace and belonging.

“Forever sounds perfect,” Lucy murmured against Kate's lips, sealing their promise with another kiss.

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Flaws-Calum Scott

Kate sat in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. She looked stunning in her wedding dress, the delicate lace hugging her figure perfectly. Her hair was pinned in soft waves, and her makeup was flawless, yet as she gazed at herself, a familiar wave of insecurity washed over her.

It was their wedding day, the day she'd been dreaming of for so long. But now, in the quiet of the bridal suite, doubt crept in. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, feeling a lump form in her throat. What if I’m not enough? Why is this amazing woman even marrying me? The thoughts tumbled one after another, overwhelming her.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Before Kate could say anything, Jane poked her head in.

"Kate, are you ready? It’s almost time," Jane said with a grin, but quickly noticed Kate's expression.

"Hey," she walked over, kneeling beside her. "What’s going on?"

Kate’s voice was cracked as she looked at her friend. “I... I need Lucy. Please. Can you go get her?” Her eyes were filled with emotion, and Jane could see the vulnerability behind them.

Without hesitation, Jane nodded. "Of course." She stood up swiftly and made her way out of the room to find Lucy.

Kate sat back in her chair, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She had always been the strong one, the composed one, but today felt different. This was the moment she had dreamed of, yet she couldn’t shake the need to see Lucy and feel her presence.

Within moments, Lucy was in the room, looking concerned. 

"Hey, what's wrong?" Lucy asked gently, walking over and immediately kneeling in front of Kate, taking her hands into her own.

Kate's heart fluttered, and for a brief moment, all the chaos in her mind quieted. “I don’t know, I just... I needed to see you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I felt like... maybe I wasn’t enough, like something was going to go wrong.”

Lucy looked at Kate with such tenderness, her eyes reflecting nothing but love. She had admired how strong Kate had been throughout the entire wedding preparation, managing the details with grace. But deep down, Lucy had been expecting this moment—wondering when the weight of the day would catch up to Kate. She didn’t doubt Kate's love for her, and she knew without question that Kate would never leave her at the altar, but this was a huge step. The nervous energy had to surface sometime.

“My love,” Lucy whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from Kate’s face. “It’s okay to be nervous. This is a big day for both of us.”

Kate nodded, her eyes glistening as she took a steady breath. "But as I sit here, all I can see are my flaws, and I'm scared you'll see them too and not want to get married."

Lucy’s heart ached at Kate’s words. Lucy cupped Kate’s face with both hands. "Flaws?" she repeated softly, her thumbs brushing over Kate’s cheeks. "Let me tell you something. There's not a single thing that I would change about you. You're picture perfect just the way you are." Lucy kissed Kate, her lips lingering as if to seal the truth in her words.

Lucy’s voice was soft but steady as she continued, her hands still cradling Kate’s face. “So show me every mark and every scar, because I want you and all your flaws. If you’re looking for perfection, take a look at your reflection. I’ve got mine, but I want yours. When you feel like you aren’t beautiful, just remember—I’m in love with all your flaws.”

Kate’s eyes welled with tears as Lucy’s words wrapped around her like a warm embrace. Her breath hitched, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Lucy’s tender, unwavering expression.

"How do you always know what to say?" Kate whispered, her voice barely audible.

Lucy smiled, brushing her thumbs along Kate’s jawline. "Because I know you, baby. I know every bit of you, the good and the parts you think are bad. And I love all of it."

Kate swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "I just... sometimes I don’t feel like I deserve all this. You, this day… everything."

"You deserve all of it, Kate," Lucy whispered, her forehead resting against Kate’s. "Every single bit of happiness that’s coming your way today and forever. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that."

Kate sniffled, a small laugh breaking through as her emotions overwhelmed her. "You’re too good for me."

Lucy shook her head, her smile widening. "No. We’re perfect for each other. And today, we’re making it official. So when you walk down that aisle, I want you to remember that I’m waiting for you—flaws, fears, and all—because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted."

Kate let out a shaky breath, her heart finally settling as Lucy’s words soothed her insecurities. "I love you," she whispered, her voice full of emotion.

"I love you more," Lucy replied, leaning in for a kiss. "Now let’s get married and start the rest of our forever."

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Enchanted-Taylor Swift

The breakup had been a storm, one that had left Kate feeling battered and lost. After the whole Cara fiasco, things had spiraled quickly, and the fallout had devastated her. Each moment spent apart felt like an eternity, and no matter how much she tried to convince herself it was for the best, her heart ached for Lucy.

Kate was desperate to make things right, to apologize and show Lucy how much she cared. She wanted to explain that the whole situation had been a mistake, one she deeply regretted. But every time she tried to reach out, Lucy’s walls were firmly up, and she wasn’t interested in hearing what Kate had to say. The silence between them grew heavier, suffocating.

As the days turned into weeks, Kate felt the pain of losing Lucy intensify. She missed everything about her—the laughter they shared, the quiet moments of intimacy, the way Lucy would look at her as if she were the only person in the world. But what cut deeper than anything was the thought of seeing Lucy move on without her.

Then came the day that shattered Kate completely. She walked into the restaurant to pick up her to-go order, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of work and the endless tasks that awaited her. As she made her way to the counter, something caught her eye—a familiar figure seated at a table in the corner.

Kate's heart stopped as she turned her gaze to Lucy. She was sitting across from another woman, laughter spilling from her lips like music, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Lucy's smile was radiant, the kind that lit up her entire face and made Kate's heart ache with nostalgia.

It felt like a knife to her chest. The memories of their own laughter and moments flooded back, each one a bittersweet reminder of what she had lost. Each smile they had shared, every whispered secret, and the warmth of Lucy’s embrace felt like a distant dream now, buried beneath the weight of regret and heartbreak.

With trembling hands, Kate grabbed her to-go order, barely aware of the server's polite smile as she collected her food. She couldn’t stay there a moment longer, the ache in her chest becoming unbearable. Turning sharply, she pushed open the door and stepped out into the fresh air, but as she walked away, an urge pulled her back.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she glanced over her shoulder, her heart pounding as she took one last look at Lucy. She needed to see, to confirm that this was just a passing moment, that perhaps the universe had a way of working things out.

She took a deep breath, her heart racing. “Please don’t be in love with someone else,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible above the hum of the street. “Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” The thought was like a desperate plea to the universe, a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, Lucy’s heart still held space for her.

****

Months later, Lucy and Kate sat across from each other at the very same restaurant where Kate’s heart had once shattered. But today, everything felt different. The air between them was warm, filled with unspoken promises and the quiet comfort that had blossomed between them since their reconciliation.

Ever since they had found their way back to each other, Kate had taken every opportunity to show Lucy how much she loved her.

Kate gazed across the table at Lucy, her heart swelling with gratitude for this second chance. She hadn’t thought she’d ever get to feel this way again, but here they were, and it felt like magic.

“Do you have any idea how enchanted I was to meet you?” Kate asked softly, her voice laced with affection. Her eyes glimmered with sincerity, her love for Lucy shining through every word.

Lucy smiled, the kind of smile that made Kate’s heart skip a beat, and without a word, she reached across the table and tugged on Kate’s hand. Kate leaned forward, drawn to her like a magnet, and before she knew it, Lucy was pulling her in for a kiss—soft, sweet, and full of love.

The world around them seemed to disappear as their lips met. It was a kiss filled with the promise of everything they had rebuilt, of the love they had fought so hard for, and of the future they were creating together. When they finally pulled back, Lucy rested her forehead against Kate’s, her smile never faltering.

“I was enchanted to meet you too,” Lucy whispered, her voice filled with love. "And I still am."

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Paramore-Still Into You

Lucy sat on the beach, sunglasses on, a smile playing on her lips as she watched Kate effortlessly glide across the waves. The rhythmic crash of the ocean was background noise to her real focus: Kate, looking stunning in her bikini, completely at ease and in her element. The sun reflected off Kate’s wet skin, and Lucy couldn't help but admire her girlfriend’s athletic grace.

Lucy couldn’t help but marvel at how, even after all these years, she was still into Kate. They’d been through so much together—good days, bad days, everything in between—and yet the spark between them had never faded. It wasn’t just the moments when things were easy and light; it was during the tough times, too, when life was hard and they were exhausted, that Lucy found herself looking at Kate and feeling those same butterflies she’d had on their first date.

"I should be over all the butterflies by now," Lucy thought to herself, watching Kate from her spot on the beach. But she wasn’t. Not when it came to Kate.

She knew it wasn’t supposed to be like this, not after all this time. Everyone always said the honeymoon phase eventually fades and the excitement dims. But for Lucy, it hadn’t. If anything, it had deepened. The way Kate would smile at her after a long day, or the way she’d hold her when things got rough—it only made Lucy fall harder.

Even on their worst nights, when they were tired or cranky or had argued over something silly, Lucy was still into Kate. Sometimes, she’d catch herself just staring at Kate, marveling at how lucky she was to have her. The thought would hit her at random moments—watching Kate cook, seeing her laugh with their friends, or even just hearing her breathe next to her in the quiet of the night.

"Yeah, after all this time. I'm still into you." Lucy would think to herself, her heart swelling with love every time. Even after all these years, she still couldn’t get enough of Kate, and she hoped she never would.

***

Despite her distaste for the ocean itself, moments like this made every trip to the beach worth it. Watching Kate was a delight in itself, but what really made Lucy’s day was the inevitable moment when guys, who had spent far too long ogling Kate, would try their luck. Lucy loved the look of disbelief on their faces when Kate made it clear she was very much taken—by her.

Just as she predicted, she caught sight of a guy wandering over, his eyes trained on Kate as she came ashore, shaking water from her hair. Lucy leaned back, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, ready for the moment Kate would send the admirer on his way.

Sure enough, after a brief conversation, Kate's attention drifted over to where Lucy sat. As soon as their eyes met, Kate's face lit up with that familiar, affectionate smile, the one that was meant only for Lucy. Kate blew her a kiss, and that was all it took—the man’s hopeful expression faltered as he followed Kate’s gaze, realizing with a sinking heart that he'd never stood a chance. His shoulders dropped, and he muttered something before walking away, defeated.

Lucy couldn’t help but smile triumphantly, giving the guy a little wave as he departed. There was a sweet satisfaction in that moment—a silent reassurance that Kate, no matter how many admirers she had, always chose her. Every single time.

As Kate made her way over, Lucy felt a warmth settle in her chest, a familiar yet ever-thrilling sensation that came every time she saw Kate heading her way. Even after all their time together, that feeling never faded. It was the way Kate’s eyes sparkled when she looked at her, the way her smile softened, like Lucy was the only thing that mattered. It made Lucy’s heart race, filling her with the kind of contentment she never thought she’d have.

Kate dropped down beside her, the sun making her skin glow, her hair still wet from the ocean. Lucy leaned in, her heart racing as their lips met for a tender kiss.

"Enjoy the show?" Kate teased, her voice playful yet full of affection.

"Always," Lucy replied, her voice brimming with pride. She reached out to tuck a stray strand of Kate’s hair behind her ear. "Especially the part where you send them all packing."

Kate chuckled, shaking her head. "They’ll never learn, will they? That I'll always be into you."

Lucy grinned, feeling that familiar flutter in her chest at Kate's words. "Baby, not a day goes by that I'm not into you."

Kate's smile softened as she gazed into Lucy's eyes. "You know, I feel the same way, right?" she said, brushing her thumb over Lucy's cheek. "Every single day."

Lucy let out a soft, contented sigh, pulling Kate in closer. "Good," she murmured, pressing a kiss to Kate's lips. "Because you’re stuck with me forever."

Kate chuckled against her lips. "Best decision I ever made."

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Power Over Me—Dermot Kennedy 

Ever since that weekend together, after meeting in the bar, Lucy had a hold over Kate that she couldn’t shake. It was a connection so intense, so electric, that Kate found herself constantly thinking about Lucy. It wasn’t like anything she had felt before, especially not with someone she had just met.

When Kate discovered that she and Lucy would be working together, it took every ounce of restraint not to celebrate out loud. The idea of seeing Lucy every day and being around her in a professional setting only heightened the tension between them. Kate couldn’t help but steal glances during meetings or catch herself getting distracted whenever she walked by Lucy's desk.

Kate had always prided herself on being composed and focused at work, but Lucy had a way of throwing all that out the window. Every smile, every casual brush of hands, sent a jolt through her. The challenge now was finding the balance—between keeping things professional and navigating the undeniable chemistry that was already simmering between them.

But one thing was for sure: Kate didn’t mind the challenge, especially when it meant more time with Lucy.

****

As Kate sat at her desk, her eyes drifted over the paperwork in front of her, but her mind was miles away, completely captivated by thoughts of Lucy. The words echoed in her head: I wanna be the queen in your story. I wanna know who you are. I want your heart to beat for me... Oh, I want you to sing to me softly. It was impossible to focus when every thought of Lucy felt like a beautiful distraction.

Kate sighed, smiling to herself as she imagined what Lucy was doing at that very moment, probably poking fun at Jesse. She could picture that playful smirk, the glint in Lucy's eyes.

But her daydream was abruptly cut short by the ring of her office phone, pulling her back to reality. She quickly snapped to attention, grabbing the receiver. "Hello?"

It was Jane, "Kate, I need your input on a case. Can you come by?"

Kate blinked, shaking off the lingering haze of her daydream. "Sure thing, Jane. I'll be right there." As she hung up the phone and gathered her things, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly to herself. No matter how distracted she got, Lucy would always be there in the back of her mind. But for now, duty called.

****

As Kate stepped into the bullpen, her eyes immediately found Lucy, sitting at her desk, her long, curly hair cascading over her shoulders in wild waves. The fitted button-up shirt Lucy wore hugged her frame in a way that made Kate's heart skip a beat. It was like time slowed down, and everything else in the room faded into the background.

Lucy must have sensed her gaze because, at that exact moment, she looked up, her eyes locking onto Kate's. The playful smile on her lips made Kate's breath catch in her throat. For a moment, Kate felt rooted to the spot, unable to move, her legs forgetting how to work.

Kate stood motionless; she couldn’t shake the undeniable power Lucy had over her. You got that power over me, my my,she thought, her heart racing. Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes. The only one I know, the only one on my mind.

As Kate stood there, she hadn’t realized that Lucy had gotten up from her desk and was now standing right in front of her.

“Kate?” Lucy's voice broke through her reverie, soft and a little amused.

Startled, Kate blinked, her focus snapping back to the present. She looked into Lucy’s warm, questioning eyes and felt her breath hitch. "Uh, hey," she managed to stammer, feeling a little foolish for being caught.

Lucy smiled, the corners of her lips lifting into that knowing, playful expression that always made Kate's heart beat a little faster. "You okay there? You seemed a little... distant."

Kate chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. "Yeah, just... distracted."

Lucy tilted her head, her smile growing as she leaned in closer. “Distracted by what?”

Kate swallowed, feeling the warmth rise in her cheeks. “You, mostly.”

Lucy smiled at Kate's response. She glanced around the office, knowing they couldn’t exactly act on their feelings here. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing Kate's for just a moment, before giving her hand a quick, affectionate squeeze.

Kate’s breath caught at the simple touch, and she felt the warmth spread through her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind her of what they had—something special that didn’t need grand gestures, even though every moment with Lucy felt like one.

"Later," Lucy whispered, a promise in her voice.

Kate nodded, her lips curling into a smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”

****

Later that night, as the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, Kate found herself hovering above Lucy. The tension between them was electric, thick with desire and emotion. 

"Do you know the power you have over me?" Kate whispered, her voice barely audible as their lips hovered inches apart, the heat of the moment intensifying.

Lucy’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing. She could see the vulnerability in Kate’s eyes, the way her emotions were laid bare, and it made Lucy fall even more for her.

"I do, because it’s the same power you have over me," Lucy whispered back, her voice full of conviction. With that, she pulled Kate down for a kiss, deep and slow. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, one that left no doubt about the intensity of their connection—the power they both held over each other, a bond that was undeniable and unbreakable.

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Kiss The Girl-Samuel E. Wright

Lucy sat at the end of the bar, nursing her drink while glancing around the lively venue. That’s when she saw her—the most beautiful woman she’d ever laid eyes on.

There you see her, sitting across the way. She had long, blonde hair that shimmered in the dim light and a smile that could light up the darkest corners of the room. Her eyes sparkled with warmth, and Lucy felt an instant pull toward her, as if gravity had shifted in the bar. It was as if the rest of the world had faded into the background, leaving only this enchanting stranger in sharp focus.

Lucy noticed that the blonde didn’t have a lot to say, but there was something about her that drew Lucy in—an inexplicable pull that made her heart race, and she didn't know why. But every quick glance from the blonde made Lucy feel as if they were sharing a secret even from across the bar.

The blonde sparked curiosity within Lucy, leaving her eager to learn more. She didn’t know why she felt this way—why this woman, sitting there with an air of quiet confidence, seemed to captivate her so thoroughly. But there was a magic in the moment, an undeniable connection that was impossible to ignore.

All Lucy knew was that she wanted to kiss the girl. With her heart racing, she decided to move closer, taking a steady breath as she approached the beautiful woman at the bar. The air between them felt charged with an unspoken tension that only grew stronger with each step.

“Hey there,” Lucy said, her voice warm and inviting as she slid onto the bar stool beside the blonde. “I’m Lucy. I couldn’t help but notice you from across the bar.”

The woman turned to her, a smile spreading across her face that made Lucy’s heart flutter. “I’m Kate,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “Nice to meet you.”

As Kate and Lucy sat at the bar, the lively chatter of the venue faded into the background, and Lucy found herself completely captivated by Kate. You want her; look at her; you know you do, Lucy thought, feeling her heart race. Kate was everything she had ever dreamed of—radiant, with an infectious smile and an effortless charm that drew Lucy in like a moth to a flame.

There was a spark between them, a connection that felt electric. Is it possible she wants you too? Lucy wondered, her pulse quickening at the thought.

“Do you want to have another drink?” Lucy asked, breaking the silence, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

"I'd love one." Kate said as she leaned in, touching Lucy's arm.

****

As the bar lights dimmed and the last patrons trickled out, Lucy and Kate stepped into the cool night air, their hearts still racing from the connection they had forged. They made their way to Kate’s car, the excitement palpable between them.

Standing by the vehicle, Kate turned to Lucy with an inviting smile. “Do you want to come back to my hotel room?” The question hung in the air, charged with possibility.

Lucy felt her pulse quicken, a thrill of anticipation washing over her. Now's your moment. Girl, you better do it soon. No time will be better, she thought, her heart pounding with the weight of the moment.

With a steadying breath, Lucy met Kate’s gaze, her own smile wide and genuine. “Yes, I’d love to go back with you.”

The smile that lit up Kate’s face was like sunshine breaking through the clouds, and Lucy couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement and nervousness.

As they climbed into the car, Lucy’s mind raced with possibilities. The drive was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and stolen glances that hinted at the undeniable chemistry building between them. Lucy felt like she was floating.

When they arrived at the hotel, Kate parked and turned to Lucy, her expression softening. “I’m really glad you said yes.”

“Me too,” Lucy replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

They exited the car and walked hand in hand towards the entrance.

Inside the room, the atmosphere shifted, the excitement mingling with a hint of nervous energy. Kate took a step closer, their faces inches apart. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” she asked, her eyes searching Lucy's for any sign of hesitation.

Lucy nodded, her heart racing in anticipation. “Absolutely. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

****

With a gentle smile, Kate closed the distance between them, her fingers instinctively reaching up to twirl a piece of Lucy’s hair around her finger. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice low and inviting.

Lucy moved closer, her heart pounding as she felt the warmth radiating from Kate. “I’m thinking about how I want to kiss the girl.”

Kate's eyes sparkled, and she tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a playful grin. “Is that so?” she teased, her tone light yet filled with a promise. “What’s stopping you?”

Lucy felt a rush of confidence at Kate’s encouragement. She could see the playful challenge in Kate’s eyes, and it ignited something deep within her. “Nothing at all,” she replied, her breath catching as she leaned in closer, the space between them shrinking to nothing.

With a swift yet tender movement, Lucy captured Kate’s lips with her own. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened as they melted into each other, both surrendering to the chemistry that had been building since they first locked eyes across the bar.

Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, the outside world fading away. The taste of Kate’s lips was intoxicating, and Lucy couldn’t get enough. She tangled her fingers in Kate’s hair, deepening the kiss and feeling the world around them vanish.

As they pulled away slightly, both breathless, Kate smiled, her cheeks flushed with warmth. “Wow. That was... definitely worth the wait.”

Lucy grinned back, feeling a mix of exhilaration and relief. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Kate’s gaze softened, and she brushed her thumb against Lucy’s cheek. “Do you want to spend the weekend with me?”

“Yes, please,” Lucy replied, her heart swelling with happiness.

The night felt full of promise, and Lucy couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something beautiful between them.

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Champagne & Sunshine by Ellusive, PLVTINUM, and Tarro

Kate lays sprawled out on the bed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she catches her breath. Her hair is a wild mess, and her skin glows with a light sheen of sweat. Love bites scattered across her collarbone and shoulders. She feels a pleasant ache throughout her body, a testament to the intensity of their time together.

Kate turns her head when she hears Lucy step out of the bathroom with that tanned skin and those light eyes she loves so much. Oh my, she's so damn fine. Kate's heart flutters at the sight of Lucy's bare skin on display. Lucy walks with that rich girl Texas vibe. The way she carries herself, confident and unabashedly sensual, makes Kate’s pulse quicken.

“You know, you look like you just stepped out of a magazine,” Kate teases, a smirk playing on her lips.

Lucy raises an eyebrow—a playful smirk of her own forming. “And you look like you were just thoroughly fucked by your girlfriend."

Kate's cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and pride bubbling to the surface. She couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she replies, “Well, I can’t argue with that.”

Lucy steps closer, her eyes sparkling. “What can I say? I’m just that good.” She leans down, pressing a kiss against Kate’s lips, lingering there just long enough to leave Kate wanting more.

“Good?” Kate echos, her voice teasingly incredulous. “You were incredible, or did you forget about the rough sex on the bedroom floor or when we hopped in the shower? You were begging for more. I'm pretty sure we woke the neighbors."

Lucy bites her lip as she steps back, pretending to consider Kate's words. “Oh, right! How could I forget? You were quite vocal, my love. I think I even heard a few windows rattling.”

Kate laughs, shaking her head. “I can't help it! You just make me feel so good. It’s like you have this magic touch or something.”

“Magic touch, huh?” Lucy said, feigning a thoughtful expression. “Maybe I should start charging for my services.” She winks, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

“Please, no one could afford you,” Kate shoots back, grinning. “Besides, you’re priceless to me.”

Lucy’s expression softens, and she takes a moment to appreciate the sincerity behind Kate’s words. “You’re sweet, but really, it’s just me wanting to make you happy. And judging by your current state, I’d say I’m doing a pretty good job.”

Kate props herself up on one elbow, giving Lucy a sultry smile. “Oh, you definitely did. But I might need a round two... or three. Just to make sure the neighbors are really awake.”

“Is that a challenge?” Lucy teases, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Because I’m always up for a challenge.”

Kate smiles as she reaches for Lucy, “Not a challenge, but you do taste like champagne and sunshine, and I'd like some more."

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Lady-Brett Young

Kate looked down at her tiny daughter, so peaceful in the soft glow of the nursery nightlight. "I remember when I first heard your heartbeat," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "It had only been eight weeks. Standing there, staring at that screen, was the first time you ever scared me."

A tender smile spread across her face as she reached down, brushing her fingertip gently along her baby's cheek.

Kate's smile deepened as the baby turned slightly towards her. "God knows I don't exactly know what I’m doing, but... good news," she murmured softly, her voice a mix of love and resolve. "We got mama to get through it."

She thought of Lucy, her incredible wife, who had carried their child with strength and grace. Memories of those long hours in the hospital flooded back to her—of Lucy’s hand gripping hers through every contraction, her quiet strength that carried them both through. Fourteen hours of labor had brought this beautiful, tiny person into their world, and Kate could still feel the overwhelming love she’d felt the moment their daughter first cried.

Kate’s voice was a soft, steady whisper, the kind of promise she’d hold close forever. She took a deep breath, letting the words sink into the quiet of the room. "I hope you look just like your mama," she murmured, "and love her the way I do. You’ll see close-to-perfect patience if you watch her every move." Her voice cracked a little as she thought of all the moments Lucy would fill with kindness, the gentleness Kate sometimes struggled with but always admired in her wife.

Kate, still looking down at her daughter, her heart beating with the quiet ache of love and dreams for this tiny, new life. “You can always run to mommy, and you’ll always be my baby. But look at her, baby girl,” she whispered, her voice filled with reverence. “And you’ll learn how to be a lady.”

The little baby gurgled as if saying she understood. Kate moved to hold her tiny hand.

The baby’s tiny fingers curled instinctively around Kate's; her little face lighting up made Kate’s heart flutter. She chuckled, tears shining in her eyes.

As she held that small hand, she whispered, “She’ll hear you, my love. She’ll hold you and help you through anything, even when I’m not sure how. She’ll fix you, and me too.”

The newborn let out a tiny yawn. Kate leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you and your mama so much."

****

As Kate closed the door to the nursery, her heart full, she felt the tug of longing pulling her toward Lucy. The glow of the hallway lights guided her as she walked down the corridor, each step filled with the warmth of new motherhood and the love she felt for the woman who had made it all possible.

She found Lucy sitting on the couch, cradling a mug of tea, her face softening as she looked up. Without a word, Kate crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Lucy, sinking into her warmth. Kate held her tightly, feeling the steady rhythm of Lucy's heartbeat against her, grounding her in the beautiful chaos of their new life.

"I can't believe we made her," Kate whispered, voice thick with emotion. "And I can't believe I get to do this with you."

Lucy set her tea aside, pulling Kate even closer. "What were you two talking about in there?" she asked as she pressed a kiss to Kate's temple.

"Oh, nothing. Just how to be a lady."

Kate cupped Lucy’s face; their eyes met for a brief moment, a shared smile passing between them before the kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle brush of lips, but soon it deepened, the connection between them growing stronger with each second. Lucy melted into Kate, her hands moving to rest on Kate's back, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her embrace.

The kiss was a quiet promise, one of love, support, and the undeniable bond they shared. When they finally pulled back, both were breathless, faces flushed, eyes full of affection.

“I love you,” Lucy whispered, pressing a kiss to Kate’s cheek. “Always and forever.”

Kate smiled as she held Lucy close. “I love you too,” she murmured, resting her head against Lucy’s. “More than you know.”

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Kate leaned back in her chair, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she stared out at the city lights. The drink in her hand did little to dull the ache in her chest. She took a slow sip, the burn of the alcohol matching the sting of Lucy’s words replaying in her mind.

“I loved you, Kate.”

Kate closed her eyes, her grip tightening around the glass. How had she let the one person who truly saw her slip away?

The memories flooded in—Lucy’s laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about, the gentle touch of her hand that always seemed to ground Kate no matter how chaotic her world felt.

The city buzzed faintly below, indifferent to her heartbreak. She wiped a tear that slid down her cheek, but more followed, relentless in their betrayal of her pain.

Her fingers traced the rim of her empty glass, her mind replaying every moment she’d spent with Lucy.

Every laugh. Every touch. Every stolen glance that had once made her feel invincible.

But now, all those memories only served as reminders of what she had lost. Kate's voice cracked as she spoke to the empty night sky, her words trembling in the silence.

“I guess mine’s not the first heart broken,” she said, the words coming out bitterly. “My eyes aren’t the first to cry.”

Her gaze locked onto the stars scattered across the vast sky, their light mocking her. “I’m not the first to know... there’s just no getting over you,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Kate tilted her head back, letting the liquor burn its way down her throat. She stared into the empty glass, her reflection distorted by the amber remnants at the bottom.

The melody of her pain continued to play in her mind, the words pouring out as if they were the only way to give voice to the turmoil inside her.

"But now there's nowhere to hide," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Since you pushed my love aside..."

She swallowed hard, her throat tight as the next words escaped her lips, barely audible.

"I'm out of my head. I'm hopelessly devoted to you."

Her hand clenched around the glass, the cool surface grounding her for just a moment before she poured another drink. 

The city lights blurred in the distance as tears welled up again, but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. They felt like the only honest thing she had left.

"I never wanted this," she murmured into the night, her voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you."

She took another drink, the alcohol doing nothing to stop the words echoing in her mind: Hopelessly devoted to you.

Kate’s hand trembled as she set the glass down, the words in her mind warring with each other, filling the empty space around her like a haunting melody. She ran her fingers through her hair, her voice shaking as she whispered to herself:

"My head is sayin', 'Fool, forget her.'"

The logical part of her screamed for her to move on, to let go of the feelings that only seemed to bring her pain. But her heart, ever stubborn, wouldn’t let her take that step.

"My heart is sayin', 'Don't let go,'" she continued, her voice cracking under the weight of the truth.

She gripped the edge of the balcony railing, looking out at the city below, her knuckles white as she clung to the metal.

"Hold on to the end," Kate murmured, her voice soft but resolute. "That's what I intend to do."

But now, all of that felt so far away, like a dream she couldn’t quite hold on to.

******

Months had passed, and the darkness that once consumed Kate was gone. She smiled as the early morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. Turning over, she reached out to pull Lucy closer, her fingers brushing through Lucy's soft curls.

Even in her sleep, Lucy instinctively snuggled closer, burying her face into Kate’s neck. A sense of peace washed over Kate as she held her, the steady rhythm of Lucy's breathing grounding her in the moment.

Kate pressed a kiss to Lucy’s forehead and whispered, “I'm hopelessly devoted to you.”

Lucy stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent but warm, and tightened her hold around Kate's waist. Kate chuckled softly, resting her chin on top of Lucy's head.

In moments like this, everything felt right. The struggles, the heartbreak, and the longing had all led to this—to waking up next to the woman she loved more than anything.

As Lucy let out a soft sigh in her sleep, Kate closed her eyes, silently vowing never to let this happiness slip through her fingers again.

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Kate and Lucy were cozied up on Lucy's bed, the glow of fairy lights illuminating the room. The house was blissfully quiet, Lucy's family gone for the weekend.

"I can't believe it’s been a year," Kate said, as she rested her head on Lucy's shoulder. "Happy one-year anniversary, my sweet."

"Best year of my life." Lucy said, pressing a kiss to Kate's forehead as she intertwined their fingers.

As they lay tangled in each other’s arms, Kate’s voice broke the comfortable silence.

"What did you think the first time you saw me?" Kate asked, her tone curious but slightly shy.

Lucy smiled, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on Kate’s arm. "The first time I saw you? Hmmm..." she repeated, her voice teasing.

Kate nudged her. "Don’t stall. I want the truth."

Lucy chuckled, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling as she thought back.

****FLASHBACK****

Lucy was sitting in algebra talking with her friends about an upcoming party when the teacher made an announcement about a new student.

One of Lucy's friends groaned, "I bet it's a nerd." The rest of the group started laughing.

Lucy rolled her eyes at her friend's comment but chuckled along with the group out of habit. Her focus was only half on the conversation as the teacher continued speaking.

"Class, please welcome Kate Whistler," the teacher announced.

Lucy glanced towards the door, more out of curiosity than genuine interest. The classroom door opened, and in walked Kate. 

Lucy sat frozen in her seat as Kate walked into the classroom. It was as if the air had shifted, and everything else around her—the chatter of her friends, the faint squeak of chairs, even the teacher's voice—faded into a dull hum.

Kate’s presence was effortless yet commanding, like she belonged wherever she stood, and Lucy couldn’t take her eyes off her.

Lucy had seen pretty girls before, but this was different. Kate wasn’t just pretty—she was radiant, and it wasn’t just her appearance. It was the way she carried herself, her calm confidence, and something unspoken in the way her eyes scanned the room.

It hit Lucy like a flash of lightning, and the thought bloomed in her mind, unbidden but unshakable: Maybe it’s intuition, but some things you just don’t question.

Kate’s gaze briefly met Lucy’s, and in that instant, it felt like it was just the two of them. Lucy’s heart skipped a beat as her own words played on repeat in her head: In her eyes, I see my future.

She didn’t know why, but she was certain of one thing.

"I think I just found my best friend," Lucy whispered under her breath, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Luce, did you say something?" Lucy blinked, snapping out of her daze as one of her friends nudged her.

Lucy quickly shook her head, her cheeks flushing. "No, nothing," she mumbled, averting her eyes as if she hadn’t just had a life-changing epiphany.

Her friend shrugged and went back to talking, but Lucy couldn’t help sneaking another glance at Kate, who was now settling into a seat a couple of rows away.

****PRESENT DAY****

"Oh, wow, I didn't know I had such an impact on you." Kate said, sitting up.

"How could you not? I think at one point I was drooling." 

Kate laughed, leaning back against the headboard, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Drooling, huh? That would explain why you kept looking at me like I was a math problem you couldn’t solve."

Lucy rolled her eyes playfully and nudged Kate with her shoulder.

But then Lucy turned serious, looking at Kate, "But what I do know is that day changed everything. Because I knew I loved you before I met you. I think I dreamed you into life. I had been waiting all my life for you, Katherine Marie Whistler." Lucy reached up to cup Kate's face.

Kate's heart skipped a beat as Lucy's words settled into her chest. She had heard many sweet things from Lucy, but this... this felt different, deeper. Her hand instinctively reached up, covering Lucy's, feeling the warmth and tenderness in her touch.

“Baby…” Kate whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Lucy brushed her thumb across Kate’s cheek, her own voice trembling slightly. There was just no rhyme or reason. Only the sense of completion, and in your eyes, I saw the missing pieces I was searching for. I knew I had found my way home. I know that it might sound more than a little crazy." 

Kate's heart raced as Lucy spoke, "It's not crazy," Kate whispered, "It's exactly how I feel too."

Lucy smiled, a small, tender curve of her lips that spoke volumes. Lucy leaned in, her breath mingling with Kate's as she pressed her lips against her girlfriend's in a passionate kiss. "I just... I want to be with you forever, Kate.

*******

Years later, As Lucy stood before Kate, her voice steady yet filled with emotion, she began her vows, the words flowing like a beautiful memory coming full circle. "I knew I loved you before I met you..."

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All I Want For Christmas Is You-Mariah Carey

Kate and Lucy were sipping wine as they strung lights around their apartment, the glow creating a cozy ambiance. The festive spirit had Kate feeling warm and slightly tipsy. As Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" began playing, Kate couldn't resist the pull of the music.

She set her glass down and twirled dramatically, belting out the lyrics with all the enthusiasm of someone fully embracing the holiday cheer. "All I want for Christmas is yoooouuu!" she sang, pointing at Lucy with a playful grin.

Lucy laughed, shaking her head as she watched Kate's impromptu performance. Before she could respond, Kate grabbed her hand, pulling her into the middle of the room. "Come on, dance with me!"

"Kate, you're tipsy," Lucy teased, though she didn’t resist.

"Exactly! Which means I'm having fun," Kate said with a giggle, spinning Lucy around before pulling her close.

The two swayed and twirled together, their laughter filling the room as Kate continued to sing, her voice getting softer and more tender as the song reached its chorus. Lucy rested her head against Kate’s shoulder, her arms wrapping around her.

"I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you!" Kate sang the lyrics as they swayed together. 

Kate's voice filled the room, soft and sweet, carrying the playful charm of the holiday tune as she led Lucy in their impromptu dance. The twinkle of Christmas lights reflected in their eyes, creating a warm, magical glow around them.

Lucy giggled, leaning her forehead against Kate's. "You know, you could give Mariah Carey a run for her money," she teased, her cheeks flushed with joy.

Kate grinned, spinning Lucy before pulling her close again. "Flattery will get you everywhere, babe," she quipped, her voice full of affection.

As the song continued to play, Kate sang the words directly to Lucy, her gaze locking onto her girlfriend’s. The silliness of the moment gave way to something softer, more intimate. "You're all I want forever," Kate said, her tone light but her meaning heavy with love.

Lucy’s smile softened, her arms tightening around Kate. “Well, lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere,” she replied, her voice tender.

They continued to sway, lost in each other and the moment, the decorations half-finished and forgotten as their love became the centerpiece of the holiday evening.

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"You're a mean one. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus. You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana. Mr. Grinch, with the greasy black peel."

Lucy sang as she grabbed the popcorn, making her way over to the couch. "I love this movie!"

Kate looked up from where she was untangling a string of lights and smiled at Lucy. “Of course you do. You’re a Christmas fanatic who knows every single word to The Grinch. It’s like borderline obsession at this point.”

Lucy flopped onto the couch with the popcorn, her legs curling underneath her. “How can you not love it? It’s got sass, heart, and a redemption arc. It’s basically a Christmas masterpiece.”

****

Kate's smile faltered slightly as Lucy sang along to another line of The Grinch. The movie had always been a sore spot for her, though she’d never told Lucy.

It wasn’t the movie itself that she hated; it was the memories attached to it. Growing up, people had called her "a Grinch" for not being as excited about Christmas as everyone else. The holidays had always felt different—darker—since Noah passed away. Christmas used to mean family and laughter, but now it just reminded her of what she’d lost. She’d buried those feelings deep, not wanting to ruin Lucy’s uncontainable joy for the season.

"You okay, babe?" Lucy asked, glancing at her with concern.

Kate blinked, realizing she'd been quiet for too long. She forced a small smile. "Yeah, just thinking about how much you love this movie."

Lucy’s gaze lingered on her, as if sensing there was more. “It’s not your favorite, is it?” she asked, setting the popcorn aside. “I mean, you always let me pick it, but you never sing along or quote it like I do.”

Kate sighed, her shoulders slumping. “It’s… it’s not the movie, really. It’s just—people used to call me a Grinch because I wasn’t into Christmas as much as everyone else. After Noah died, it just got harder to feel excited about the holidays. It felt like a big, flashy reminder of what I didn’t have anymore.”

Lucy’s face softened with understanding, and she moved closer, wrapping her arms around Kate. “Oh, Kate. I’m sorry you had to feel that way. No one should’ve called you that. And I hate that this season brings up those feelings for you.”

“It’s not all bad,” Kate admitted, leaning into Lucy’s warmth. “You make it better. You and your ridiculous excitement, your Christmas decoration obsession, even the way you eat more popcorn than you string for the tree. It’s the first time in a long time that I’ve felt like Christmas could be something good again.”

Lucy smiled, leaning in to kiss Kate. “Well, if you’re the Grinch, then I’m your Cindy Lou Who, here to make sure your heart stays three sizes too big.”

Kate couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling at Lucy’s words. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” she said, her voice full of affection.

Lucy grinned, brushing a strand of hair from Kate’s face. “Ridiculous and deeply in love with you."

Kate shook her head, still smiling. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Wrong,” Lucy said, pressing another kiss to Kate’s lips. “You deserve all the Christmas cheer."

Kate rolled her eyes playfully but pulled Lucy closer, resting her forehead against hers. “Thank you, Luce. For always knowing exactly what to say.”

****

They curled up on the couch together, the glow of the Christmas tree casting a soft, colorful light over the room. For the first time, Kate found herself genuinely enjoying the movie. She even surprised herself by softly singing along, “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch."

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Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right—Billy Currington

The glow of the candles danced across the walls, their flickering light reflecting off the surface of the water. The lavender-scented steam curled lazily through the air, creating a serene cocoon around them. The bubbles popped quietly, leaving shimmering traces on their skin.

Kate tightened her hold on Lucy, pressing a kiss to her neck. She felt the rhythmic rise and fall of Lucy’s breathing, her head nestled just under Kate’s chin. This was peace—true, unfiltered peace.

As Lucy let out a contented sigh, Kate’s mind wandered, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of love. I must be doing something right, she thought, the words echoing softly in her head.

She leaned in for a kiss, feeling Lucy respond just as eagerly, their lips meeting in a slow, tender exchange. Pulling back slightly, Kate couldn’t help but study Lucy’s face—her soft, glowing skin, those closed, deep brown, need-you eyes, and the faint smile that lingered on her lips.

God, she’s beautiful, Kate thought, her heart hammering in her chest. She marveled at the love they shared, a love that felt like a miracle she hadn’t dared to hope for.

“I don’t know what I did to earn a love like this,” Kate whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the candles. “But, baby, I must be doing something right.”

Lucy opened her eyes, still in a dreamy state. "Hmm... what did you say?"

Kate blushed a bit at being caught. "I was just thinking about how I must've done something right to earn your love. But judging by the smile on your face."

"My love. You're doing everything right." Lucy raised her hand to wrap around Kate's neck, pulling her down for a passionate kiss.

Kate melted into the kiss, her hands cradling Lucy's face as their lips moved together in perfect harmony. The warmth of Lucy's touch against her neck sent a shiver down her spine, grounding her in the moment.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling as they caught their breath. Kate's fingers traced patterns along Lucy's jawline, her voice a tender whisper. "I’ll never stop trying to be everything you deserve, Lucy."

Lucy smiled, her eyes sparkling with love as she cupped Kate’s cheek. "You already are, Kate. You always have been." Her thumb brushed over Kate’s lips, a soft, reverent touch. "And I don’t just love you for what you do—I love you for who you are. That’s more than enough for me."

Kate felt her chest swell with emotion, her throat tightening as her love for Lucy threatened to overwhelm her. She kissed Lucy again, slow and deliberate, as if trying to pour every ounce of her feelings into the embrace.

As they pulled apart once more, Kate couldn’t help but laugh, her heart so full it felt like it might burst. "Yep, definitely doing something right."

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You're Still The One—Shania Twain

40 years into the future....

Kate traced lazy circles on Lucy’s bare shoulder as they lay tangled together in the sheets. She smiled to herself, pressing a lingering kiss to Lucy’s collarbone. “We made it, baby,” Kate whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Lucy hummed, shifting so she could meet Kate’s gaze. “Of course, we did. Did you ever doubt us?”

“Never,” Kate said without hesitation. “But you know how people used to talk? How they said we were young, reckless, that we wouldn’t last?” She shook her head. “I just keep thinking about all the people who didn’t believe in us. They thought we’d just be another couple who fell apart.”

Lucy cupped Kate’s cheek, running her thumb along her jawline. “Well, guess what?” she murmured, her lips brushing against Kate’s. “Looks like we made it. Look how far we’ve come, my baby.”

Kate let out a soft laugh, recognizing the lyrics instantly. “They said, ‘I bet they’ll never make it.’”

Lucy grinned. “But just look at us holding on.”

“We’re still together,” Kate whispered.

“We’re still going strong,” Lucy finished, her voice tender.

Kate kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of love and devotion she had into it. Because it was true—they had beaten the odds. Unlike so many couples around them, they hadn’t strayed, hadn’t given up, and hadn’t lost sight of what they meant to each other. They had fought for this, nurtured their love through every high and low.

Kate rested her forehead against Lucy’s, breathing her in. “No affairs, no cheating, no falling out of love. Just us.”

“Just us,” Lucy echoed. “The way it was always meant to be.”

Kate’s fingers trailed down Lucy’s arm, feeling the goosebumps rise in their wake. “You’re still the one I run to,” she whispered against Lucy’s lips, savoring the warmth of her.

“You’re still the one that I belong to,” Lucy murmured back, sliding her hands over Kate’s hips, pulling her closer.

“You’re still the one I want for life,” Kate breathed, her heart swelling.

Lucy kissed her again, slow and deep.

After all these years, after everything, they were still the one for each other. And that was never going to change.

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You Belong With Me-Taylor Swift

Kate had been in love with Lucy, her best friend and neighbor, for as long as she could remember. It was the kind of love that settled in her bones, that made her heart ache when she watched Lucy with someone else.

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend; she's upset. She's going off about something that you said," Kate muttered to herself as she sat on her front porch, watching Lucy pace in her bedroom through the window. It wasn’t hard to guess what was happening. Lucy’s girlfriend never seemed happy. Kate had heard enough of their late-night arguments through their open windows to know that much. And she hated it—hated the way Lucy always seemed to shrink after their fights, the way she tried so hard to make someone happy who didn’t deserve her.

Lucy slammed her window shut, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she plopped onto her bed, shoulders tense. Kate sighed, wanting nothing more than to crawl through that window, to tell her that she deserved better, that she deserved her.

But Lucy never looked at her that way.

Kate had accepted that.

Mostly.

****

The next day at school, Kate found Lucy waiting for her at her locker. "Want to go to the diner for lunch?" Lucy asked, shifting on her feet. "I just need to get out for a bit."

Kate nodded. "Yeah, of course."

They ended up at the diner down the street, sitting in their usual booth, an untouched basket of fries between them. Lucy stirred her milkshake, staring at the table. "I don't know why it's so hard," she said finally. "Being with her. It’s supposed to be easy, right?"

Kate wanted to tell her that love wasn’t supposed to feel like fighting for scraps of affection, that love wasn’t supposed to make her feel small. Instead, she settled for, "Maybe it’s hard because she’s not the right person."

Lucy sighed. "I don’t know. She says I don’t get her humor, that I don’t understand her."

Kate let out a humorless laugh. "That's rich. You're the most understanding person I know. She just doesn’t see you."

Lucy looked up, meeting Kate's gaze. For a moment, it felt like the world slowed down, like Lucy was seeing something in Kate that she hadn’t before. But just as quickly, she looked away, shaking her head. "Maybe."

Kate clenched her jaw. God, if you could see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can't you see?

But Lucy didn’t see. Not yet.

**

That weekend, Kate sat in the bleachers, watching Lucy lead the cheer team with effortless grace. Her girlfriend stood by the fence, arms crossed, barely paying attention. When Lucy ran over, flushed and beaming, her girlfriend barely glanced at her phone.

Kate gripped the edge of her seat. How could Lucy not see? How could she not realize she deserved to be adored, to be loved in a way that didn’t leave her doubting herself?

"Luce, what are you doing with a girl like that?" Kate whispered to herself.

Then Lucy caught Kate’s eye in the stands, and for a moment, she hesitated. Kate smiled at her, soft and reassuring, and Lucy smiled back before turning back to her girlfriend.

Kate’s heart pounded. Maybe she sees it now.

****

A few nights later, there was a knock on Kate’s window. She opened it to find Lucy, hair a mess, eyes red-rimmed. "Can I come in?"

Kate stepped back, and Lucy climbed through, wrapping her arms around herself. "I broke up with her."

Kate’s heart jumped into her throat. "Luce—"

"I kept thinking about what you said," Lucy interrupted. "About how she didn’t see me. And I realized… she never did. Not like you do."

Kate swallowed hard. "Lucy—"

"No, let me say this." Lucy stepped closer, reaching for Kate’s hand. "You’ve been there all along. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. I don’t know why I didn’t see you before."

Kate’s breath hitched. "Lucy, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Lucy smiled, squeezing Kate’s hand. "Yeah. I am. "

Kate exhaled, the weight of years of longing lifting from her chest. She cupped Lucy’s face, searching her eyes. "You belong with me."

Lucy laughed, leaning in until their lips met. And this time, Kate didn’t have to watch from the sidelines. She was exactly where she was meant to be.

****

Lucy melted into the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her arms slid around Kate’s neck, fingers tangling in her hair as she pulled her closer. Kate gasped; the warmth of Lucy’s body pressed against hers sent shivers down her spine.

She had imagined this moment a million times—lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering what it would be like to finally kiss Lucy. But nothing, nothing could have prepared her for this.

Lucy sighed into her mouth, her body pressing tighter against Kate’s. She tasted like cherry lip gloss and something sweet Kate couldn’t quite place, and all Kate could think about was how she never wanted to stop kissing her.

When they finally pulled apart, Lucy’s forehead rested against Kate’s, their breaths mingling.

“I should’ve done that a long time ago,” Lucy murmured, her fingers playing with the ends of Kate’s hair.

Kate huffed a breathless laugh. “Yeah, you should’ve.”

Lucy pulled back slightly, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You could’ve kissed me first, you know.”

Kate rolled her eyes, but her smile was soft. “I didn’t think I had a chance.”

Lucy cupped Kate’s face, her thumb stroking her cheek. “You always did, Kate; I was just too blind to see it. I'll never make that mistake again."

Kate’s heart clenched, and before she could stop herself, she kissed Lucy again—deeper this time, more sure of herself. Lucy moaned against her lips, like she’d been waiting for this just as much as Kate had, and Kate felt something inside her settle.

Lucy was here. In her arms. And she wasn’t going anywhere.

After a long moment, Lucy pulled away with a content sigh, resting her head against Kate’s shoulder.

“So… what now?” Kate asked, voice still slightly dazed.

Lucy grinned, moving to look up at Kate. “Now, we stop wasting time.”

Kate smirked, tugging Lucy even closer. “I like the sound of that.”

And as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, Kate whispered, "You belong with me."

****

Lucy let out a laugh, burying her face in the crook of Kate’s neck. “You’re such a dork,” she murmured against her skin, but there was no teasing in her voice—just warmth, just love.

Kate grinned, tightening her hold on Lucy. “Yeah, but I’m your dork now.”

Lucy pulled back just enough to meet Kate’s eyes, her own shining with something soft and unguarded. “Yes, you are.”

Kate’s breath hitched.

She thought back to all the nights she had spent lying in bed, listening to the kind of music Lucy's girlfriend didn't like. How she thought she'll never know your story like I do. All the times she sat in the bleachers, watching Lucy cheer with a smile that could light up the whole town, while her heart ached with something she never thought she’d have the courage to say out loud.

But now, here they were.

No more wondering. No more waiting.

She lifted her hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Lucy’s ear. “You belong with me,” she whispered, letting the words settle between them like a promise.

Lucy smiled, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Kate’s lips. “I know,” she murmured against her mouth. “And I’m finally where I’m supposed to be.”

Kate held her tighter, breathing her in.

Yeah.

Finally.

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Slow Down-Nichole Nordeman

The nursery was quiet, bathed in the hue of early morning light. A lullaby hummed from the corner speaker, the melody barely louder than the hush of the world outside, which still hadn’t stirred.

Kate stood by the crib, her fingers curled around the rail, watching their daughter sleep. She had Kate’s long lashes, Lucy’s tiny, stubborn mouth, and a delicate curl of blonde hair across her crown. Barely one year old—and already, she was the whole world.

Behind her, Lucy appeared in the doorway. She didn’t say a word—just padded across the room in bare feet and wrapped her arms around Kate’s waist from behind, resting her cheek against Kate’s shoulder.

Kate didn’t move. Her eyes shimmered, catching the early light like glass.

“First Mother’s Day,” Lucy whispered, her breath soft against Kate’s skin.

Kate gave a barely-there nod. “I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

Lucy tilted her head, brushing her nose against Kate’s temple. “Like what?”

Kate exhaled, a fragile breath. “Like my heart doesn’t fit inside my chest anymore.”

They stood in silence, the emotion stretching between them like gossamer. Then, Kate’s voice dropped to a reverent whisper, her eyes never leaving their sleeping daughter.

“Here’s to you,” she murmured.
“You were pink… and everything I wanted.”

Lucy pulled her closer, her arms tightening around her. “I still remember the first night home,” she said softly. “How she wouldn’t sleep. From midnight till morning.”

Kate let out a watery chuckle. “We were delirious. So exhausted. And still, I couldn’t stop looking at her. I just wanted to memorize everything—her hands, her breath, the way she blinked.”

She turned then, finally, and pressed her forehead to Lucy’s. Their breaths mingled, their tears mirroring each other. Lucy’s hands came up instinctively, cupping Kate’s face, her thumbs brushing at her cheeks.

“And now she’s crawling. Standing. Letting go of my fingers like she doesn’t need me anymore.”

Lucy didn’t speak at first—just leaned in and kissed the corner of Kate’s mouth, soft and sure. “She still needs you,” she whispered. “She always will.”

****

They sank down together onto the rug, settling close, like they’d done so many nights before—barefoot, sleep-deprived, hearts wide open. Their bodies leaned together instinctively, shoulders touching, knees brushing. The weight of the moment pressed into the quiet.

The baby stirred softly in the crib.

Kate reached for a picture book lying nearby. She opened it in her lap, fingers absently tracing the worn spine.

“Had to crawl before you walked, before you ran…” She read aloud.
“Before I knew it… you were trying to free your fingers from my hand…”

Her voice cracked. Lucy leaned in and gently closed the book, her fingers brushing over Kate’s. She set it aside, then threaded their hands together.

Kate's gaze returned to the crib. Her voice was barely a whisper now.

“Slow down,” she breathed into the hush.
“Won’t you stay here a minute more…”

They sat still, anchored in love and memory, listening to the soft breaths of their sleeping child. There was peace here. And an ache. And everything in between.

“I know you want to walk through the door…”
“But it’s all too fast…”
“Let’s make it last a little while…”

Kate leaned into Lucy’s side, her head on her shoulder, their hands still entwined. “She has no idea how she’s changed us,” she said quietly. “How she made us mothers. How she made us more.”

Lucy pressed a kiss into Kate’s hair. “She’ll know,” she said. “Someday, when she holds a little hand of her own. She’ll see us in the way she loves.”

A small cry broke the stillness, small and searching.

Both women moved at once—instinct and devotion guiding them. Kate reached the crib first, lifting their daughter gently from her sleep. The baby blinked up at her, dazed and squinting, then broke into a sleepy, toothless grin that melted something inside her.

Kate kissed her forehead, holding her close, breathing in the scent of warmth and baby shampoo and something sacred.

“I am your biggest fan,” she whispered.
“I hope you know I am…
“But do you think you can… somehow… slow down?”

Lucy stepped beside her, sliding one arm around Kate’s back, the other cradling their daughter’s head. She kissed Kate’s temple and lingered there, exhaling into her skin.

The baby snuggled against Kate’s chest with a sigh, already drifting off again.

The three of them stood there in the hush of morning, the lullaby wrapping around them like a prayer.

Later, there would be laughter. Sticky fingers and pancake batter on the floor. Cards colored with too much crayon. Photos of wild hair and kisses.

But for now, there was this.

A beginning.

A miracle.

A vow spoken not in words, but in touch and breath and unwavering presence.

To never stop loving as hard as they could.

Even as time raced on.

Even as their daughter learned to fly.

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Breathless by The Corrs

Kate couldn’t stop smiling.

Lucy was dancing in the kitchen again—barefoot, curls a wild halo that bounced with every sway of her hips. She wore one of Kate’s oversized t-shirts, the hem nearly to her knees, sleeves hanging adorably off her hands. Music blared from the speaker, the playlist one Lucy had lovingly dubbed Sunshine Vibes.

And in that moment, she was singing dramatically into a whisk.

“Go on, go on…” Lucy twirled, pointing the whisk at Kate like it was a magic wand. “Leave me breathless!”

Kate leaned in the doorway, cradling a warm mug of coffee, her smile lazy and content. “You’re such a dork.”

Lucy gasped in mock offense, clutching the whisk to her chest. “And yet, here you are—completely captivated.”

Kate crossed the kitchen with slow, exaggerated steps, eyes locked on Lucy. “I mean… you are pretty adorable when you’re dancing around like a lunatic.”

“Excuse me,” Lucy sniffed, lifting her chin with exaggerated dignity. “This is art.”

Kate raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Oh, absolutely. Whisk opera. Groundbreaking stuff.”

Lucy laughed—a sound so carefree and golden it made Kate’s heart clench in the best way. Then she reached out, grabbing Kate by the hips and pulling her into the rhythm of the music. Their bodies collided with easy familiarity, laughter between them as natural as breathing.

“Come on. Dance with me,” Lucy urged.

“I don’t dance,” Kate said, even as her arms wrapped around Lucy’s waist, holding her close.

“You do for me,” Lucy whispered, brushing the tip of her nose against Kate’s.

Kate rolled her eyes, her expression softening with affection. “You really are trouble.”

“Go on, go on…” Lucy sang again, her voice dropping to a breathy murmur. “Come on, leave me breathless…”

And then she kissed her.

It started soft—playful, teasing, the ghost of a smile still clinging to Lucy’s lips. But it deepened quickly, blooming into something more. Something real and full of heat. Kate’s hands slid up Lucy’s back, curling into the fabric of her shirt, anchoring her as their mouths moved in sync. The music faded beneath the pounding of Kate’s heart and the quiet, breathy sound of Lucy’s sighs.

When they finally parted, Kate let her forehead rest against Lucy’s, her voice husky and low. “You really do leave me breathless, you know that?”

Lucy’s eyes sparkled, full of sunshine and something deeper—something rooted in love. “Good. That’s the plan.”

They laughed like teenagers, noses bumping, spinning clumsily across the kitchen like a storm of joy. It was chaotic, imperfect, and somehow still the most perfect thing either of them had ever known.

*****

Eventually, they collapsed onto the couch in a heap, breathless for real this time, laughter spilling between them like light. Kate let her head fall back against the cushions, her cheeks flushed, eyes gleaming.

Lucy, still giggling, shifted beside her—then smoothly swung one leg over and straddled Kate’s lap with practiced ease.

Kate blinked up at her, her breath catching.

“Well, hello,” she said, hands instinctively finding Lucy’s thighs. Her voice was light, but her fingers tightened, betraying the way her heart had kicked into high gear.

Lucy’s smile turned slow and wicked. “What? You looked too comfortable. Had to shake things up.”

“I was,” Kate murmured, her voice dipping to something darker. “Now I’m… completely distracted.”

“Perfect,” Lucy whispered. She leaned in, lips just barely brushing Kate’s. “Come on, leave me breathless…”

Kate’s eyes darkened as heat coiled low in her stomach.

Lucy’s fingertips traced the line of Kate’s jaw, feather-light and deliberate. “Tempt me… Tease me,” she whispered, her voice honey-sweet and intimate, noses brushing. “Until I can’t deny this…”

Kate’s hands slid up Lucy’s back, pulling her closer, voice thick with desire. “This what?”

“This loving feeling,” Lucy breathed, lips brushing the corner of Kate’s mouth. “Make me long for your kiss…”

Kate didn’t make her wait.

She surged up, catching Lucy’s mouth with her own in a kiss that was anything but soft. It was raw, urgent, and consuming—like she’d been waiting all morning for it. Lucy melted into her with a quiet moan, fingers tangling in Kate’s hair as their kiss deepened, grew slower, then deeper again, like neither of them ever wanted it to end.

Their bodies moved in rhythm, mouths tasting, seeking, savoring. Time slowed to a crawl. There was only warmth and the electric thrill of closeness, of knowing someone so completely and loving them more for it.

By the time they finally pulled apart, both were gasping—foreheads pressed together, lips swollen, hearts racing in perfect sync.

“Breathless,” Lucy whispered, her voice barely audible between kisses. “Mission accomplished.”

Kate smiled, dazed and utterly undone. “Yeah. You win.”

Lucy kissed her again—slow, sure, reverent. Just because she could. Just because she loved her.

And on that couch, tangled together in a cocoon of kisses and soft laughter, they stayed. Breathless. And completely, wildly in love.

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Girl In Mine by Parmalee

It was late on a warm Friday night, and the team had spilled into their usual bar after another week of chasing leads, dodging bullets, and writing way too many reports. The music was low, the lights dim, and the scent of beer and fried food hung in the air like tradition.

Kate stood at the bar with her whiskey neat, still in black jeans and boots, shirt sleeves rolled up. She wasn’t really listening to the conversations around her—her gaze was fixed on the pool table across the room.

Lucy.

Her curls bounced as she leaned over the felt, cue in hand, eyes narrowed in playful focus. She stuck her tongue out at Ernie after missing an easy shot, and Ernie groaned dramatically, tossing his head back while Lucy doubled over in laughter.

She looked like freedom and fire and joy all wrapped into one beautiful mess. Kate’s heart did that stupid skip it always did when she looked at her—like it couldn’t believe this was real life. That she was real.

“Is that your girl?” a voice asked, cutting into her reverie.

Kate turned and found Chris—one of the newer agents from Cyber—sliding onto the stool beside her. Clean-cut, fresh-faced, still a little too excited about department policy and interoffice coffee.

“Yeah,” Kate said, lips tugging into a smirk. “That’s my girl.”

Chris followed her gaze. “She’s hot. Kinda wild, huh?”

Kate took a slow sip and let the silence stretch before letting out a low, warm laugh. “She’s a lot of things.”

“Are you sure you can keep up?”

Kate chuckled, leaning back. “Keep up? I’m trying not to fall harder every damn day.”

Chris blinked, surprised. Maybe he hadn’t expected that kind of answer. Kate didn’t care. She didn’t brag often—but Lucy wasn’t just anyone.

“She’s the kind of girl who sings with the windows down, running' circles in my mind every time I hear her voice. She screams the lyrics, off-key and unapologetic, like the whole world’s her concert. And she dances barefoot in the kitchen like she’s never had her heart broken.”

Chris raised a brow. “Sounds like a lot.”

Kate smiled, eyes faraway. “She is.”

“She throws her hair in a messy bun and calls it a disaster, but she doesn’t know she looks like the cover of some sun-drenched fashion magazine. And yeah, she wears my T-shirt in my ride—and I swear that’s my favorite look on her. She messes with my rearview mirror and sings to whatever’s on the radio, and I don’t feel like me when she’s not around.”

Chris blinked. “That serious, huh?”

Kate turned to him fully now, her voice softer, more certain. “She’s the girl in my photos. That picture in my pocket, the one on my lock screen. She’s in my CJ seat, in my truck, every Friday weekend. She’s in my dreams. My every day and night. She’s everywhere.”

****

Out on the floor, Lucy caught her staring and winked. Then she turned back to the table, biting her lip in focus.

“She loves horror movies but hides her face in my shoulder. She trash-talks in Mario Kart but always gives me the last slice of pizza. She pretends she doesn’t like Taylor Swift but knows every word to Love Story. She’s chaos and comfort. She makes me better without even trying.”

“She took the single out of my life—and I didn’t even see it coming. Now I don’t want a damn thing to myself if she’s not in it. If it’s up to me, there’d never be anyone else. Not in the passenger seat, not in that blue beach chair by my side in the sun. Nowhere.”

Chris whistled low. “Damn. You’re gone.”

Kate gave a slow smile. “Gone and happy.”

She drained the last of her drink and pushed off the barstool. As she weaved through the crowd, the music shifted to something low and dreamy. She found Lucy just as she passed her drink to Ernie.

“Was that your new work husband?” Lucy teased, arching a brow.

Kate smirked. “Jealous?”

Lucy stepped into her space, unapologetic and close. “Depends. Did you tell him I’m the girl who steals your hoodie? The one who drinks all your orange juice straight from the bottle?”

Kate’s hands slid around Lucy’s waist, fingers settling at the curve of her spine. “Told him you’re the girl in my T-shirt, in my ride. The only girl in mine.”

Lucy blinked, lips parting. “In your what?”

Kate leaned in until her mouth brushed Lucy’s—barely there, like a secret. “In my life. In my head when I’m dreaming. In all my days and nights. The only girl in mine.”

Lucy made a soft, breathless sound—half laugh, half sigh—as she melted into the kiss.

And oh, did she kiss her.

It was slow and sure, tender and reverent. The kind of kiss meant to be remembered. Kate’s hands slid up, fingers tangling in Lucy’s curls as she pulled her closer. Lucy’s arms wrapped around her neck, holding tight like she never wanted to let go.

There were whistles behind them. Someone yelled, “Get a room!”

Neither of them moved.

Kate smiled into the kiss. “That’s the plan.”

When they finally pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, Lucy’s voice was low and trembling with emotion. “God, I love you.”

Kate didn’t hesitate. “I know. I love you too.”

Chris watched from across the bar, shaking his head with a grin.

And Kate?

She kissed Lucy again—deeper this time. A kiss that stole a breath and gave a promise all at once.

Because this was it.

Lucy wasn’t just the girl in her hoodie, or her ride, or her photos.

She was the girl in her forever.

And that was more than enough.

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I Wish You Would by Mackenzie Carpenter ft. Midland

The bar smelled like beer, sweat, and the kind of memories that didn’t wash off in the ocean.
Somewhere between a dive and a dream, it sat just off the North Shore highway—a country joint gone tropical, with slatted windows open to the warm Hawaiian night and string lights hanging like stars above the dance floor. Sawdust clung to boots, and the slow, sultry rhythm of a ballad curled through the humid air.

But for Kate and Lucy, it might as well have been the center of the universe.

They were tangled up near the stage, flushed from singing and laughing. Lucy’s curls clung damply to her temple from dancing, and Kate couldn’t stop touching her—hand at her lower back, thumb grazing the edge of her tank top, every brush sparking like static in the salt-laced air.

“We’ve been drinking,” Kate murmured, her voice low and raspy as she dipped her head to Lucy’s ear, “but we ain’t drunk yet.”

Lucy turned to face her, grinning. “Speak for yourself,” she said, breath against Kate’s cheek. “I’m pretty sure we just killed that Kenny and Dolly duet.”

Kate’s grin stretched wide. “Killed it? Babe, we resurrected country love from the grave.”

Lucy laughed, rich and unfiltered, and tipped her chin toward the band. “You wanna tip ’em to play one more? And maybe... take me out on that sawdust floor?”

Kate didn’t answer with words. She reached into her back pocket, pulled out a crumpled twenty, and made her way to the stage. The band gave her a nod, already tuning up for another tune.

When she turned back, Lucy was waiting for her, her eyes locked on Kate like she was the only person in the world worth dancing with.

The music eased into a slow, easy chord. Lucy stepped into Kate’s arms like it was where she belonged. Her hands slid behind Kate’s neck, fingers playing with the ends of her hair. Their bodies swayed, chest to chest, every movement soft and close—too close for anyone not already falling.

Kate’s gaze dropped to Lucy’s mouth. Her voice came out low and warm:

“I wish, I wish, I wish you would.
Keep leanin’ in and lookin’ good.
I can see it on your lips…
this tequila wants a kiss.”

Lucy didn’t hesitate. She leaned in slow and certain and kissed her. Right there, in the middle of a dusty Hawaiian dance floor that smelled like beer, surf wax, and memory.

The kiss was a little messy, a little breathless, and completely undeniable. The kind of kiss that hinted at more than tonight.

When they finally pulled apart, Kate reached up, plucked the cowboy hat from Lucy’s head, and tipped it back over her curls.

“I took your cowboy hat and tipped it back,” Kate said, her voice thick with affection.
“Girl… where’d you get a smile like that?”

Lucy tilted her head, her grin lazy and her eyes a little wild. The tequila was there, sure—but so was something steadier. Something that made Kate’s breath catch.

Kate traced a thumb along her jaw, soft and reverent.
“Sure as those neon stars up above…” she whispered,
“You’re ’bout to fool around and fall in love.”

Lucy didn’t say anything—she just kissed her again, slower this time. The kind of kiss that didn’t need words. The kind that stayed with you.

****

They danced through the next song, tangled together, exchanging half-silly, half-sincere confessions between kisses and stolen touches. Outside, the waves whispered against the shore, but neither of them noticed.

The bar began to thin. The music softened. The lights dimmed to a golden hush.

Kate leaned her forehead against Lucy’s, breath mingling.
“It’s getting close to closing time,” she said gently.
“And you know, baby… I can’t read your mind.”

Lucy’s eyes searched hers. Something flickered there—tender and brave. Then, without a word, she slipped her hands into the back pockets of Kate’s jeans, pulling her close enough to feel every breath.

Her voice was husky when she said, “So if I want to take you home…”

Kate kissed her again—slow, tender, meaningful. Lips barely parted, she whispered back,

“I’ll say it for you, so you know—
I wish, I wish, I wish you would.”

They didn’t rush. They lingered beneath the lights, sharing one last kiss at the door before slipping into the Hawaiian night. The moon hung low above the ocean, and the air smelled like plumeria and promise.

Their boots echoed on the gravel as they made their way to Kate’s car, hands intertwined.

Later, driving down a quiet back road with the windows down and the stars spilled across the sky, Lucy turned toward her. Her hair danced in the breeze, and her smile was soft and knowing.

“I wish, I wish, I wish you would,” she whispered, just loud enough to rise above the music playing low on the radio.

Kate reached across the seat, took her hand, and gave it a squeeze.

“I already did.”

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Kate showered, shaved, and slipped into the blazer Lucy loved—the dark one that hugged her frame just right, the one that always made Lucy stare a second too long. She’d gone all in tonight because it had been weeks since they’d had a real date, and Lucy had circled this one on the calendar in pink Sharpie, a tiny heart scribbled next to the restaurant name.

Kate should’ve been by the door, keys in hand, checking the time.

But instead, she stood in the doorway of their bedroom, arms crossed over her chest, completely still—except for the way her heart stuttered in her ribs.

Lucy was at the mirror, putting the final touches on her look. The deep red dress clung like it had been made for her. Her lipstick was flawless, her eyeliner sharp, and every time she tilted her head, the shimmer of her earrings caught the light. She reached up to adjust a curl, and the movement—simple, unthinking—was devastating.

Kate forgot how to breathe.

She didn’t even realize she was staring until Lucy turned, brow raised in amused suspicion.

“What?” Lucy asked, a smile tugging at her lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Kate pushed off the doorframe, her voice low. “Hang up that red dress.”

Lucy blinked. “Excuse me?”

Kate crossed the room slowly, fingertips skimming Lucy’s waist, the satin fabric whispering under her touch. “Let down your hair.”

“Kate, we have reservations,” Lucy laughed, turning toward her. “You’re the one who said we needed to leave by seven—”

“Cancel them.”

Lucy tilted her head. “Wait… what?”

Kate tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “There’s no need to go anywhere. Not when you look like this.”

Lucy folded her arms, trying to look unimpressed. But her eyes had softened. “You’re serious?”

Kate leaned in, her lips brushing Lucy’s temple. “As good as you’re lookin’ right now… yeah, I bet you’re thinkin’ I’m crazy. But there’s a side of you I want to see tonight. One I never get tired of. The version that’s mine.”

She stepped back, fingers teasing at the zipper of Lucy’s dress.

“Kate—”

Kate kissed her before she could protest—slow, certain, and full of heat. The kind of kiss that lingered. That said, stay. That tasted of love and weeks of missing her.

When they broke apart, Lucy’s breath was uneven, cheeks flushed.

“Gimme that girl,” Kate whispered, forehead pressed to hers, “with the hair in a mess, sleepy little smile with her head on my chest…”

Lucy groaned and buried her face in Kate’s neck. “You’ve officially lost it.”

Kate just grinned. Kissed her again—quicker this time, playful—then headed toward the closet.

“What are you doing now?”

“Getting your old jeans and one of my t-shirts,” Kate called, tossing the shirt over her shoulder. “I want that version of you tonight.”

Lucy laughed, catching the shirt mid-air. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Nope,” Kate said, closing the distance again, her eyes warm and sincere. “I’m in love.”

****

Fifteen minutes later, Lucy stood barefoot in the bedroom, her hair loose and wild, wearing Kate’s favorite old t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. Her face was bare, radiant in a way that made Kate’s breath catch.

She twirled once. “Better?”

Kate didn’t answer with words.

She crossed the room in two long strides and kissed her like she meant it—soft and reverent at first, then deeper, more insistent. Lucy melted against her, arms sliding around her neck, anchoring them in the space they’d made together.

When they finally parted, Kate’s voice was a whisper.

“Perfect.”

****

Later, the scent of buttery popcorn filled the kitchen. An old country song drifted from the speaker on the windowsill, and Lucy danced barefoot across the tile floor, singing off-key into a wooden spoon.

Kate leaned against the counter, watching like she could never look away.

Gimme the girl that’s beautiful, without a trace of makeup on…

Lucy caught her watching and flushed, but didn’t stop. She just smiled wider and twirled again, laughter spilling out like light.

Kate’s chest ached—in that way it only ever did when she was full of too much love to hold.

This version of Lucy—the one barefoot in the kitchen, twirling with a spoon in her hand, glowing with joy—this was the girl no one else got to see.

But Kate did.

And she was never letting her go.

She crossed the room slowly, caught Lucy mid-spin, and pulled her into her arms.

Their mouths met in a kiss that was soft at first, then deepened with something quieter, fiercer. Lucy melted into her, arms around her waist, the world slipping away.

Kate rested her forehead on Lucy’s. “I love you, you know.”

Lucy smiled, breath warm against her skin. “I know. Because I love you too.”

Kate kissed her again—longer this time, with all the words she didn’t need to say.

Because this was everything.

This moment.
This girl.
The quiet. The laughter. The love.

Gimme that girl, Kate thought.
and she knew she’d never need anything more.

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She Keeps Me Warm—Mary Lambert

Lucy wakes before the sun finishes rising.

She blinks, slowly, still hazy with sleep, and the first thing she sees is Kate—sound asleep, tangled in the sheets, her brow smooth, her lashes resting against her cheeks. Her bare shoulder is just inches away, and Lucy’s breath catches in her chest.

She turns to her side, tucking her hand beneath her cheek as she watches the woman she loves breathe.

"She says I smell like safety and home."
It had been a joke once. A throwaway comment, murmured against Lucy’s neck after a long, hard day. But now it loops in her mind, over and over, truth stamped into every syllable.

Kate stirs, just a little, her lips parting slightly in her sleep. Lucy reaches out and brushes a strand of blonde hair from her face.

"I named both of her eyes,” Lucy whispers to herself, fingers barely touching Kate’s cheek. “Forever, and please don’t go.”

It sounds silly when spoken aloud, but she means it with everything in her. She could stay like this for the rest of her life—just watching Kate breathe, memorizing the curve of her nose, the line of her jaw, the way her lips twitch like she’s dreaming something sweet.

“I could be a morning sunrise all the time,” she says softly, “all the time.”

Because here, wrapped in this quiet morning and the steady rhythm of Kate’s breath, Lucy feels it.

This could be good.
This is good.

And still, deep in her chest, a quiet ache stirs.

I can’t change, even if I tried.
Even if I wanted to.

She spent years trying to be smaller. Quieter. More acceptable. Hiding the parts of herself she thought the world wouldn’t understand. But now—

Now there is Kate.

And Kate sees everything.

Her love, her mess, her softness, her chaos. And stays.

My love, she thinks. She keeps me warm.

She lies there, letting herself feel all of it. The enormity. The gratitude. The disbelief that this kind of love—this safety—was ever hers to have.

The tears come before she can stop them.

They slide silently down her cheeks as she gazes at Kate’s sleeping face. Not because she’s sad. Not because she’s afraid.

But because she’s full.
Overflowing.
A heart so heavy with love it spills from her eyes.

Kate stirs again, her brows pinching just a little. Then she opens her eyes slowly and sees Lucy staring at her, cheeks wet.

“Hey,” Kate murmurs, her voice husky with sleep. She reaches up instinctively, cupping Lucy’s face. “What’s wrong? Baby…”

Lucy chokes out a small laugh. “Nothing. God, nothing’s wrong. I just—” She leans into Kate’s palm. “I love you so much it physically hurts sometimes.”

Kate blinks. Then smiles. “Come here.”

She pulls Lucy into her arms, wrapping her tight, pressing kisses along her tear-streaked cheek, her temple, and her eyelids. “You sweet, ridiculous woman,” Kate whispers. “You don’t have to cry.”

“I’m not,” Lucy whispers, catching her breath.

Kate goes still.

Then Kate kisses her. Slow and deep, a thumb swiping beneath Lucy’s eye as their bodies slot together under the sheets.

Their hands wander lazily. Lucy’s fingers trace the smooth skin of Kate’s back while Kate presses her mouth to Lucy’s collarbone, her neck, and her jaw. Over and over, lips parting between kisses just enough to whisper,

“My love, what’s your middle name?" Lucy murmurs between kisses.

Kate smiles against her shoulder. “Marie.”

“Do you hate your job?”

“Some days.”

“Do you fall in love too easily?”

Kate lifts her head and looks down at her. “Only once. You ruined me for everyone else.”

Lucy’s breath catches. “What’s your favorite word?”

Kate leans down, mouth brushing against Lucy’s ear. “Lucy.”

Lucy exhales a laugh, tears still clinging to her lashes. “Do you like kissing girls?”

Kate nips her earlobe, her hand sliding slowly down Lucy’s thigh. “I like kissing you.”

“Can I call you baby?”

“You already do.”

They kiss until Lucy’s tears are kissed away completely, replaced with soft gasps and quiet moans and the electric hum of love lived out loud.

****

Later, when they finally rise, Kate throws on a hoodie and shorts, and they walk down to the corner café. People stare—some curious, some smiling, some unsure.

Kate wraps her arm around Lucy’s waist, pulling her close.

“They stare because we look so good together,” she murmurs.

Lucy leans her head on Kate’s shoulder and whispers back, “We are good together.”

And as they sip coffee and watch the sea foam kiss the sand, Lucy rests her hand in Kate’s.

I can’t change, she thinks again, but this time there’s no ache.

Just pride.
Just peace.
No tears.
Just warmth.
Just Kate.

Even if I tried.
Even if I wanted to.

Because love is patient.
Love is kind.
And Kate—
Kate keeps her warm.

Always.

Chapter Text

On Your Way Home by Patrick Droney

Kate was sitting on the edge of their bed, still in her work clothes. Her blazer had been tossed over the chair in the corner, shoes kicked off halfway across the room, and hair mussed from the long day. But she wasn’t thinking about any of that.

She was thinking about Lucy.
About Lucy leaving.

Just for a week—temporary field op, low risk, nothing too exciting, Lucy had promised—but still.

Every time Lucy left, it tugged at something soft and anxious inside Kate. She’d gotten better at handling it, at smiling and saying, “Be safe,” but tonight that quiet ache refused to be tucked away.

The bedroom door creaked open. Lucy walked in, fresh from the shower, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Her smile flickered when she saw Kate still sitting there.

“Hey,” Lucy said gently, setting her bag down by the dresser. “I’m just about ready. Flight leaves in a couple of hours.”

Kate stood slowly, walking toward her. She didn’t speak right away. She just slid her arms around Lucy’s waist and pulled her in, pressing her face into Lucy’s neck.

Lucy immediately wrapped her arms around her, grounding them both. Her hands moved instinctively to cradle the back of Kate’s head, her thumb brushing soothing circles at the base of her skull.

“You okay?” she asked.

Kate nodded but didn’t move. Then she pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

“I know it’s only a few days. I know it’s not dangerous. And I know you’re incredible at your job.” Her voice was steady, but her eyes shimmered with unspoken weight.

Lucy smiled but stayed quiet, sensing more was coming.

“But if you’re walking through the airport, or sitting in a hotel room, or the case gets weird and your head’s a mess…” Kate paused, taking Lucy’s hands in hers. “Or if you’re listening to some cheesy love song that reminds you of us—call me.”

Lucy’s brow softened. “Kate—”

“I mean it.” Kate squeezed her fingers. “Call me on your way to the hotel. After dinner. When you’re brushing your teeth and you miss me brushing mine beside you. If you need to vent or scream or cry or just breathe—call me.”

Lucy’s eyes glistened. Her throat worked to swallow the emotion building fast and hot.

Kate’s hands slid up to cup Lucy’s face. “Even if it’s midnight and your mind’s racing and it feels like hell because no one around you really gets you—call me.”

“You do always say the perfect thing,” Lucy whispered, her voice shaking as she leaned into Kate’s touch.

Kate gave her a smile. “It’s not about perfect. It’s about knowing how heavy the world gets sometimes… and reminding you that you don’t have to carry it alone.”

Lucy leaned forward, pressing her forehead to Kate’s. “What if I’m wasted?”

“Especially if you’re wasted,” Kate grinned.

Lucy chuckled through a tearful laugh. “Even if I don’t say anything and just cry?”

Kate kissed her—soft, slow, reverent. “I’ll hold the silence with you.”

“What if it’s just to say hi?”

Kate kissed her again, brushing their noses together afterward. “That’s my favorite kind of call.”

A long, quiet beat passed. They simply held each other, the room warm with the weight of the words unspoken and the promises given.

Finally, Lucy murmured, “I love you.”

Kate blinked slowly, her heart full. “I love you too. And now you know—no matter where you are, no matter the time—I always want to hear from you. Always.”

Lucy nodded, emotion thick in her throat. Kate tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear, then leaned in again.

“And if there’s a sad song on the radio at a red light, and you don’t even know why it hits so hard—call me.”

That was when Lucy kissed her, deep and lingering, like she was anchoring herself to Kate’s breath.

When they finally pulled back, Kate whispered, “Promise?”

“I swear,” Lucy said. “You’ll be the first person I call.”

They stood like that for a moment longer—heartbeats steady, breathing synchronized, love so palpable it nearly vibrated in the air around them.

****

A week later, Lucy stepped onto the plane for the flight home. The engines rumbled beneath her feet as she slid into her seat by the window.

She pulled out her phone and typed a message with a small, tired smile:

“Boarded. Coming home. I’ll call you soon.”

Kate’s reply came before Lucy could even lock her screen.

“Call me on your way home.”

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Chapter Text

Livin' Our Love Song—Jason Michael Carroll

The waves lapped gently at the shore, while the scent of salt and plumeria swirled through the air. On the balcony, fairy lights twinkled like fireflies, casting a golden glow over the space. Kate stood barefoot beneath them, her eyes fixed on Lucy, who had her back turned as she adjusted the music on her phone.

The first chords of the song played.

Their song.

Kate's breath caught.

“Baby,” she said softly, just loud enough for Lucy to turn. “When I look at you… with your hair fallin’ down.” Kate smiled as Lucy’s brown eyes flicked up in amusement. “Standing there across the room, I get so lost in the way you move.”

Lucy’s cheeks flushed, but her smirk was already curling.

She walked toward Kate slowly, hips swaying, hair wild around her shoulders like it always got in the Hawaiian breeze. “Careful, I might fall in love with you all over again.”

Kate caught her waist as she stepped in, sliding her hands around to Lucy’s lower back. “It makes me think back to years ago. A night just like this. You remember it?”

Lucy nodded, brushing her fingers through the short strands at the nape of Kate’s neck. “Of course I do. You were flirting with me like you had nothing to lose.”

Kate grinned, eyes twinkling. “Teary-eyed as you took my hand, and I told you I’d be yours.”

Lucy leaned forward and kissed her—slow, lingering, all tongue and heat and memory. Her fingers dragged down Kate’s spine, just enough to make her shiver.

“So many have come. So many things have gone,” Kate whispered once they parted. “But this?” She touched her forehead to Lucy’s. “One thing that’s stayed the same is our love still growing strong.”

Lucy wrapped her arms around Kate’s neck, her voice quieter now. “Baby, just look at us. All this time… and we’re still in love.”

Kate’s hands roamed over Lucy’s back, thumbs brushing beneath the hem of her shirt. “Something like this just don’t exist, Luce.”

Lucy tilted her head with a smile. “Between a Texas beauty and a fairy tale princess?” she asked, winking.

Kate laughed, deeply, and pressed her lips to Lucy’s again—this time a little firmer, needier. When she pulled back, her voice was husky. “People said it would never work out.”

“And look at us,” Lucy murmured, dragging her lips down the line of Kate’s jaw. “Living our dreams. Shattering all doubt.”

Kate’s heart was racing now. Her hands slid around to Lucy’s waist, lifting her slightly so she could spin her into a dip, right there under the glow of the moon. Lucy giggled, breathless and full of love.

“It feels good to prove 'em wrong,” Kate said, gazing up at her like she was everything. “Living our love song.”

****

Lucy ran a hand down Kate’s chest, her voice teasing. “Oh darling, would you look at me?”

Kate raised a brow. “Always do.”

“With my heart beating fast,” Lucy continued, placing her palm over Kate’s chest, “and my shaking knees…” She pressed herself closer, lips brushing Kate’s ear. “After all these years, I still need you this badly.”

Kate exhaled hard through her nose, threading her hands through Lucy’s curls and holding her still. “You’re dancing in my arms,” she whispered, “with a spotlight moon and a sea of stars. Girl, we’ve come so far.”

Lucy kissed her again—open-mouthed and slow, fingers tugging on Kate’s shirt, desperate to feel skin. “Everything I want,” she whispered, “is everything that you are.”

Kate nodded, her voice thick with love. “I just wanna lay you down. Say I love you without a sound.”

Lucy’s lips curved into a smile. “I think I know what you’re talking about.”

They didn’t need words. Kate laid Lucy down on the outdoor sofa, blankets and pillows already nestled in place. She crawled in on top of her, brushing Lucy’s hair back to kiss her forehead, her cheeks, and her jaw. Lucy sighed with every touch, with every whisper of breath against her skin.

“I love you,” Kate murmured against her collarbone.

Lucy cradled her face, guiding her back to her lips. “I love you, Kate Whistler. No one ever thought this would work—but you and me? We were always the real thing.”

Kate kissed her like it was the first and last time. With reverence, with fire, with a lifetime of yes.

The night around them was still. The waves, the stars, the island—all of it faded away as their bodies curled around each other. Tangled. Soft. Intimate. In love.

Because this wasn’t just any night.

It was their night.

And they were still living their love song.

Chapter Text

Work Song by Hozier

The case was over.
The smoke had cleared, but the day still clung to Kate’s skin.
It always did.

Another day of chasing shadows, of blood-soaked pavement and unanswered prayers. Another night of counting the bodies and wondering if today was the day the darkness would finally win. She’d been working on empty—running on instinct, not hope.

“Girls working on empty. Is that the kind of way to face the burning heat?”

Her knuckles were split, aching with every heartbeat. Her jaw locked so tight she could feel the echo of gunfire in her molars. Twelve hours of violence, chaos, and fear. The only thing that had kept her from breaking—the only thing—was Lucy.

She barely shut the apartment door behind her before she was yanking off her boots like they were shackles. Still soaked in adrenaline and someone else’s blood. But she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

Because Lucy was home.

Kate found her on the couch, wrapped in one of Kate's old sweatshirts—sleeves too long, hair loose, the book in her lap forgotten as sleep tugged at her edges.

And Kate broke.

She moved quickly and dropped to her knees like her legs gave out, like the weight of the world finally crushed her—and all she could do was crawl to the one place she knew was real.

“I just think about my baby,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m so full of love I could barely eat…”

Lucy blinked awake, and when her eyes met Kate’s, her face softened instantly.

“You’re home,” she said, her voice like silk and sanctuary.

Kate buried her face against Lucy’s stomach, arms wrapping tight around her like a drowning woman clinging to driftwood. Her shoulders shook, not quite crying—but trembling with the shock of still being alive.

“I thought I lost myself today,” Kate breathed. “Every second. Every shot fired. Every time I ran toward the fire… I thought of you. Only you.”

Lucy’s hands found her hair, threading through it, stroking it over and over, grounding her.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered. “You’re safe now, baby. I’ve got you.”

Kate looked up at her, eyes red-rimmed, feral with love. “Let me kiss you.”

Lucy leaned down, cupping Kate’s face like it was something sacred. “Always.”

Their lips met, and it wasn’t soft. It was desperate. Reverent. Claiming. Kate kissed her like she was starving, like Lucy’s mouth was the only thing keeping her heart beating.

“'Cause my baby's sweet as can be. She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me…”

She sucked Lucy’s bottom lip, then her jaw, then her neck—panting, needy, whispering apologies and devotion between every press of her mouth.

“I love you—I love you—I love you—”

They shifted, moving together until Kate was half on top of her, one hand up Lucy’s sweatshirt, palm pressed flat against the warm skin of her ribs. Needing to feel her breathing. Needing to feel real.

Lucy cradled Kate's face in both hands, thumbs brushing under her eyes, anchoring her.

“You okay?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Kate shook her head, eyes clenched shut. “No. Not even close.”

Lucy kissed her forehead, her nose, and her lips. “Tell me what happened.”

Kate exhaled a shudder. “It was pure chaos. We were too late. I tried, but—I was days into something dark, baby. Deeper than usual. Like… I didn’t care if I made it out.”

“Boys, when my baby found me, I was three days on a drunken sin…”

Lucy held her tighter, heart hammering beneath Kate’s ear. “But you did. You did make it out.”

Kate nodded slowly. “Only because I thought of you.”

She blinked, meeting Lucy’s gaze, raw and unguarded. “If I had died today… if I go tomorrow—God, Lucy—I swear to you, no grave can hold me down. I’d crawl home to you.”

“When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down; I'll crawl home to her…”

Lucy’s eyes filled, and she kissed Kate again, slowly this time. A kiss that said, “You’re not alone, you’re not gone, you’re here, you’re mine.”

“Stay.” Lucy whispered.

Kate choked on a breath and nodded. “You found me in the worst parts of myself. And you stayed.”

Lucy cradled her closer. “I don’t care about the darkness. I only care that you come home to me.”

Kate wept then—not loudly. Just tears falling silently as Lucy rocked her, arms wound tight around her back, legs wrapped around her waist like she could hold her together with her body.

“I don’t deserve you,” Kate whispered, her voice cracked open.

“You deserve everything,” Lucy said. “When I was kissing my baby… she put her love down soft and sweet.”

Kate pressed their foreheads together. “I love you. You’re everything.”

“You're everything to me,” Lucy murmured.

****

Later, after the clothes, the blood, and the grief had all been shed… Kate lay curled in Lucy’s arms on the couch. Skin against skin. Lips red and swollen from hours of kissing like it was a language all their own.

The TV played quietly in the background. Unwatched. Forgotten.

Kate whispered the words into Lucy’s neck like a prayer.

“When my time comes around… Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth… No grave can hold my body down—I’ll crawl home to you.”

Lucy kissed her slowly, over and over.

“You already did.”

Chapter Text

You’re Still the One I Want-Shania Twain

The ballroom was nearly empty now.

Echoes of laughter still clung to the corners, fading with each passing second as guests filed out. The scent of champagne and roses lingered in the air. Stray petals from Lucy’s bouquet were scattered across the floor, and the remains of the towering wedding anniversary cake sat off to the side, its top tier slightly lopsided after a good-spirited cake-cutting gone wrong.

But Kate didn’t care about any of that.

None of it mattered. Only Lucy.

Her wife was standing near the dance floor, barefoot now, heels abandoned hours ago, the train of her dress carefully gathered in one hand. Her dark curls were pinned up; wisps fell in messy curls around her face. The dress she wore was elegant and timeless, hugging her frame in all the right places, and Kate felt her heart do a stupid, familiar flip like it had a decade ago when Lucy walked down the aisle for the first time.

Ten years.
Ten whole years. And still, Lucy took her breath away.

Kate stepped closer. “Hey.”

Lucy turned, her eyes lighting up as if she hadn’t just spent the last six hours wrapped around Kate in celebration. “Hey yourself.”

The music had stopped, and the band had already packed up. Kate’s voice was quiet. “Dance with me?”

Lucy blinked, surprised. “Everyone’s gone.”

“I know.” Kate reached for her hand. “That’s why I’m asking.”

Lucy’s smile grew, crinkling the corners of her eyes, and she nodded without hesitation. “Okay. One more.”

Kate walked over to the speaker system, found her phone, and queued the song she’d been holding onto all night. The first notes floated into the air—soft piano, nostalgic twang.

Looks like we made it. Look how far we've come, my baby…

Lucy’s breath hitched, just barely. Her hand pressed to her heart, and she looked up at Kate with eyes that shimmered.

“You remembered,” she whispered.

“Of course I did,” Kate said as she walked back over. “You played this the first time I said ‘I love you,’ in our crappy little dorm room. Remember?”

Lucy laughed under her breath. “You were trying so hard to be cool, but you looked like you were going to pass out.”

“I was going to pass out.” Kate pulled her close. “We were only twenty years old, and it was completely terrifying.”

They started to sway slowly, standing in the center of the dance floor beneath the low lights and hanging florals. The chandelier above them caught the glow and scattered it around the room like a kaleidoscope of stars.

They said, 'I bet they'll never make it.'

Lucy chuckled. “My mom said we were a phase.”

“My ex called you a rebound,” Kate muttered, shaking her head. “She was so wrong.”

Lucy leaned her head against Kate’s shoulder, the fabric of her dress brushing her skin. “We really did beat the odds, huh?”

Kate didn’t answer right away. She just held her. Their bodies fit together like they always had—familiar and perfect, like the pieces of a puzzle that only ever made sense with the other in place.

“I think we always knew,” Kate finally said, her voice low. “Even when everything else was a mess—when you were doing lab reports at two a.m., and I was pretending pre-law didn’t make me want to scream—we knew.”

“You’re still the one I want for life,” Lucy murmured against her collarbone, singing along softly.

Kate tipped her head back and looked down at her. “You remember the lyrics?”

Lucy grinned. “Please. It's my favorite song.”

Kate dipped her slightly, just enough to make Lucy laugh, before pulling her in tighter. Her hands ran slowly down Lucy’s back, tracing the places she already knew by heart.

Ten years.
Of love. Of fights. Of long-distance and late nights.
Of making a home, building a life, holding hands through every storm.

“You still run to me,” Kate said. “When it’s hard. When it’s good. You still come to me.”

Lucy pulled back just a little so she could see her. “You’re still the one I belong to.”

Kate didn’t say anything for a beat. Her throat was too tight. She pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed.

The music swelled around them.

You’re still the one that I love, the only one I dream of…

“I’m so glad we made it,” Lucy whispered.

Kate smiled with her whole face, her whole soul. “Me too.”

****

They kept dancing, slow and sweet, like time didn’t matter anymore. Like the rest of the world had vanished, leaving only the two of them and a melody that had followed them from college dorms to field offices to this ballroom—this life they’d built.

You're still the one I kiss goodnight…

Kate pressed a kiss to Lucy’s temple. Then her cheek. Then her lips—tender, reverent, filled with everything she couldn’t say out loud.

Lucy kissed her back, arms around Kate’s neck, holding her like she never wanted to let go.

And maybe that was the point.

They hadn’t let go.

Through the career changes and relocations. Through hard deployments and holidays spent apart. Through family disapproval and every doubt that ever tried to wedge itself between them.

They were still here.

Still dancing. Still choosing. Still saying yes—every single day.

The song faded, and silence wrapped around them like the final chapter in a love story that was far from over.

Kate tucked a strand of hair behind Lucy’s ear. “Are you ready to go?”

Lucy’s eyes sparkled. “Back to our hotel suite?”

Kate smirked. “Back to our night. Just us.”

Lucy stepped back and held out her hand. “Lead the way, Mrs. Whistler.”

Kate took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Forever, Mrs. Whistler-Tara.”

They walked out hand in hand, the echo of their last dance still swirling in the air, love trailing in their wake like a promise.

They had made it.

And they were still making it.

Chapter Text

It started the way a lot of their best nights did—two bottles of beer, sand stuck between their toes, and the sound of the ocean curling in waves under a darkening sky.

They weren’t far from home, just a quiet stretch of beach tucked behind a dune, far enough from the city that the world felt still. There was no bonfire, no music, no crowd—just the two of them and the sea and the fading sun.

Lucy tipped her beer to her lips and glanced sideways, watching Kate stare out over the water. She looked peaceful, but not quite relaxed. Something about the way her fingers flexed on the neck of her bottle gave her away.

“You okay?” Lucy asked, breaking the silence.

Kate didn’t answer right away. She let out a breath, long and slow, and said, “I don’t know.”

That got Lucy’s full attention. She turned, planted both feet in the sand, and studied her. “You want to talk about it?”

Kate laughed under her breath, not quite amused. “Do you remember the first time we hooked up?”

The question caught Lucy off guard. She blinked. “Uh—yes? Of course. And the second. And the third. Especially the third.”

Kate’s mouth tugged into a faint smile. “And the morning after, when I tried to convince you it didn’t mean anything.”

“You didn’t convince me,” Lucy said.

Kate’s smile faltered. “No. You saw right through me.”

The waves kept coming, steady and rhythmic, as if urging her to continue.

“I’ve been doing life solo for a long time,” Kate said, quieter now. “No partner. No rhythm section. Just… me. Surviving. Keeping it together because no one else was going to do it for me.”

Lucy didn’t interrupt. She just let the space fill with truth.

“I told myself I was fine like that. Safer. No one to lean on means no one to lose.”

Kate turned to her then, eyes vulnerable in the soft dusk light.

“But then I found you,” she said, her voice rough. “And it was like hearing someone else singing the same melody. I didn’t even know how lonely I was until you.”

Lucy’s chest tightened.

“I don’t want to be a one-man band anymore,” Kate whispered. “I want the harmony. I want the backup vocals. I want all of it—with you.”

Lucy set her beer down in the sand. “Kate—”

Kate reached for her hands, lacing their fingers together. “I know we’ve only been together a few months. But I’ve felt it from the beginning. Something real. Something loud.”

She moved closer, so close Lucy could feel her breath on her lips.

“I want to wake up with you hogging the covers. I want to roll my eyes at your terrible cereal choices and still make room for them in the pantry. I want your highs and your lows. I want the long drives, the lazy Sundays, and the weird traditions we’ll make up as we go.”

Lucy swallowed hard, eyes already misting. “Are you saying—”

“I want the tattoos we’ll regret. The road trips with no plan. I want to chase the dream and build something that feels like home. I want to do the hard stuff. Together.”

Kate’s voice shook slightly. “When the spotlight goes cold, when it’s just the two of us in the quiet—I still want to be playing. With you.”

Lucy didn’t answer with words.

She surged forward and kissed her—deep and certain, pouring months of held-back hope into the space between them. Kate kissed her back with equal fire, hands finding Lucy’s waist, pulling her flush.

****

By the time they broke apart, Lucy’s voice was breathless. “Take my hand.”

Kate did. Instantly.

They walked the rest of the beach barefoot back toward the car, quiet laughter bubbling between them. When they reached it, Lucy jumped onto the hood, tugging Kate between her legs with a grin.

“You’re ridiculous,” Kate said, her hands braced on Lucy’s thighs.

“You love it.”

“I do.”

The kiss that followed was urgent—months of restraint dissolving in one long exhale. When Kate finally pulled away, her voice was low and shaky. “Let’s go home.”

****

Clothes fell like punctuation across the floor. Shoes kicked to the corner. Kate’s shirt was somewhere near the kitchen. Lucy’s jeans halfway down the hall.

By the time they hit the bedroom, it was all hands and mouths and whispered declarations.

Kate kissed Lucy’s collarbone, her voice ragged. “I want your mornings. Even the ones where you’re grumpy and hog the coffee.”

Lucy gasped as Kate’s hands slid down her back, lips following the curve of her body. “I want your fights,” she whispered. “Your rainstorms. Your late-night doubts. I want every minute.”

Their bodies found rhythm, moving in sync—breath for breath, sigh for sigh, hearts pounding like drums. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. And it was theirs.

Kate kissed the curve of Lucy’s shoulder, then the hollow of her throat, then lower—her breath catching when Lucy whispered her name like a prayer.

“I want all your nights,” Lucy said again, her voice shaking. “Even the ones where you’re stealing all the covers.”

Kate kissed her harder in response, hands gripping her hips as they moved together—heat and friction, touch and trust.

“I want your highs and lows,” Lucy breathed into her skin. “And all the in-between.”

Kate buried her face in the crook of Lucy’s neck. “I want you.”

Their bodies moved like music—like a song they’d been writing in glances and touches for years but were finally brave enough to play. And when they stilled, tangled in sheets and breathless, there was nothing left between them but truth.

Lucy brushed the hair back from Kate’s face, her eyes open and aching. “I don’t want to be a one-man band either,” she whispered.

Kate’s breath caught.

Lucy’s thumb traced along her jaw. “I want to run down your wild dreams. I want to chase every high with you. Count every rip in our old jeans we wear on stakeouts.”

Kate rolled on top of her, cradling Lucy’s face like it was everything she’d ever wanted to hold. “No more solos,” she murmured. “No more keeping one foot out the door. I want the whole damn band. You and me.”

Lucy blinked fast, tears slipping over her cheeks. “Promise?”

Kate kissed her—slow and deep—voice thick with devotion. “We’re already on tour.”

They stayed like that—hearts pressed tight, letting the night cradle them. Letting every unspoken fear burn away with each soft breath. Because this wasn’t just a moment. It was a chorus. A vow. The start of a brand-new song.

Just Kate and Lucy.

A two-person band with nothing left to prove—except how far love could carry them.

Later, when the laughter returned and their limbs settled into a tangle of contentment, Lucy’s fingers curled into Kate’s shirt.

“You know… I’ve always wanted to be someone’s harmony.”

Kate shifted, fitting perfectly between Lucy’s legs, her hands settling on her thighs. “You’re my melody. My rhythm section. The whole damn band.”

Lucy pulled her close, their lips brushing in a kiss that turned hungry fast. When Kate kissed her back, it wasn’t careful.

It was urgent. Certain.

They didn’t rush. Didn’t need to.

It wasn’t just about sex. It never had been. It was everything between the kisses. Between the laughter. Between the lyrics, they now lived out loud.

Kate traced a finger slowly down Lucy’s spine. “I don’t want to be a one-man band.”

“You never were,” Lucy whispered, eyes heavy but clear.

Kate looked up. “Are you sure?”

Lucy leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering there. “We’ve had our own groove from day one.”

Kate’s lips curled. “Let’s take it on the road.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow, laughter in her voice. “What? Are you serious?”

“I’m so serious,” Kate said, brushing her thumb along Lucy’s bottom lip. “I’ll even learn how to play the tambourine.”

That made Lucy laugh—deep and full and real—and when Kate pulled her back into her arms, it wasn’t just a cuddle.

It was home.

They lay like that, breath slowing, fingers drawing lazy patterns across warm skin, basking in the quiet.

Kate pressed her palm to Lucy’s chest, feeling her heartbeat. “Whatever stage we end up on… whatever city, whatever future—we’re playing it together.”

Lucy nodded, her voice soft but sure. “Two hearts. One sound.”

“No more solos,” Kate murmured. “No more silence.”

Lucy kissed her slowly.

It was harmony.

They weren’t just in love.
They were a band made for two—forever on tour. Always playing.

Chapter Text

Would You Still Love Me—Brian Nhira

The night in Honolulu was quiet, unusually so for a Friday. The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled Kate’s apartment as the glow from the bedside lamp cast an amber halo over the room. Outside, the ocean breathed in and out, steady and slow, like a living thing. Lucy lay next to Kate, half-curled under the covers, her hair spilling over her shoulder in dark waves. She was playing on her phone, but Kate could feel the weight of her presence more than the faint glow of the screen: Lucy’s steady breathing, the brush of her leg against Kate’s, and the way her thumb absentmindedly stroked the inside of Kate’s wrist whenever Kate shifted closer. Each touch, each small press of skin, made her chest ache with an intimacy she didn’t always let herself feel.

Kate stared at the ceiling, her chest tightening as thoughts she usually kept buried surfaced. What if the life they were building together got hard? What if she couldn’t be the version of herself Lucy had first fallen for? What if she was a mess, broken, unrecognizable?

Lucy set the phone down and rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, brushing a thumb over Kate’s knuckles. “Are you okay?” Her gaze held a softness that made Kate’s heart flutter.

Kate blinked at her, trying to smile, but it came out lopsided. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

Kate shifted onto her side to face Lucy, their knees brushing under the sheets. The contact made her pulse quicken. “Can I ask you something?” Her voice was low, almost swallowed by the fan.

Lucy’s brow furrowed slightly, but her eyes stayed soft and curious. “Always.”

Kate exhaled. “Would you… still love me if things weren’t easy? If I couldn’t… do what I do now. If I couldn’t run into danger or even get out of bed some days. If I was… complicated, frustrating, not who you thought you signed up for. Would you still love me?”

****

Lucy’s hand stilled on hers, but only for a heartbeat. Then she moved deliberately, straddling Kate’s lap, settling comfortably as their bodies pressed flush together. Her knees brushed against the sides of Kate’s hips, and their foreheads came together, noses barely touching, sparking heat and longing that made Kate’s chest tighten. “Where’s this coming from?” Lucy murmured, her voice low and intimate, her hands resting lightly on Kate’s shoulders, grounding them both.

Kate gave a shaky laugh. “I’ve never been good at believing people stay. Even now.”

Lucy’s gaze softened, her thumb tracing lazy circles on the inside of Kate’s wrist. “Kate Whistler,” she whispered, “you’re not easy.”

Kate huffed, looking away. “Thanks.”

“No, listen.” Lucy tilted her chin, forcing Kate’s eyes to meet hers again. “You’re intense. You overthink. You push yourself until you break. You make me crazy sometimes. And I love you more because of all of it. Not in spite of it.”

Kate swallowed hard, her fingers tightening on Lucy’s hips. “But what if… what if I couldn’t do this job anymore? What if something happened, and I couldn’t be the same person you fell in love with?”

Lucy leaned in, pressing her chest against Kate’s, fingers threading into her hair, tugging gently so Kate shivered. “Then I’d learn the new you. I’d be there. Even when your body aches, even when mornings are impossible, even when life changes and nothing feels familiar. I’d be here.”

Kate’s eyes burned, tears slipping despite her efforts. Lucy brushed them away with her thumb, then leaned down, pressing a delicate, lingering kiss to Kate’s lips. Kate melted into her, arms wrapping around Lucy’s back, holding her close. “You make it sound easy.”

“It’s not easy,” Lucy murmured, pressing their foreheads together, letting their breaths mingle. “It’s a choice. Every day. And it’s one I’d make, even if our blue skies turned gray, even if the memories we’ve leaned on faded away.” Her thumb traced Kate’s cheek, lingering with quiet certainty. “I can’t promise what the future holds. But I can promise this: I’m here. I choose you.”

Kate exhaled a shaky laugh, hands moving down to Lucy’s waist, pulling her closer, pressing her lips along the side of Lucy’s neck. Lucy shivered, murmuring Kate’s name in a way that made her ache and tremble. “When did you get so good at saying exactly what I need to hear?” Kate whispered.

Lucy smiled, tilting her head so their noses brushed. “Since I met you. Since I realized you needed someone who wouldn’t run.” She kissed the corner of Kate’s mouth, then nuzzled into her shoulder. “We’ve been through things. We’ve seen things. And we’re still here. That’s not an accident.”

Kate shifted slightly, settling fully against Lucy, legs straddling her lap, arms entwined around her. She pressed slow, searching kisses along Lucy’s collarbone and neck, feeling every shiver beneath her lips. “I still remember the first time I realized I… fell for you. I didn’t know how to say it, but I felt it so clearly.”

Lucy’s hands slid along Kate’s back, pressing and tracing every curve, tilting her head until their lips met in a long, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her voice was low, steady, and intimate. “I’d love you if you couldn’t speak, if you couldn’t move, if you couldn’t eat. I’d love you if your memory faded or your world changed completely. I’d still choose you.”

Kate’s chest tightened. A rush of emotion threatened to spill, unbidden. “Even when I’m… complicated? Even when I make it hard?”

Lucy smiled softly, lips brushing the curve of Kate’s jaw, lingering at her temple. “Especially then. Through good and bad, happy and sad. Even when life falls apart, Kate… I’d stay. If my body ached, or I always made you late… I’d still be here, learning every new version of you.”

Kate’s hands tightened on Lucy’s hips, tugging her closer, pressing kisses along her cheek and her temple, her lips finding Lucy’s again and again until both were breathless. “You make it sound so simple,” she murmured, voice trembling.

Lucy rested her forehead against Kate’s. Their noses brushed, and their breaths mingled. “It’s not simple. It’s love. And it’s ours. Even if the blue skies turn gray, even if the world changes completely… I’m not going anywhere.”

Kate searched her eyes, seeing not just devotion but the fierce promise behind it. She pressed kisses along Lucy’s jaw and the side of her neck, whispering, “You’d stay, really?”

“I’d stay,” Lucy whispered, cupping her face, tilting her so their eyes locked. “Through every fear, every mess, every late night that shakes us… I'll hold you. Even when life feels impossible, even when everything falls apart. I’d love you.”

Kate let out a shaky breath and pulled Lucy fully onto her, legs straddling her lap, wrapping her tight. Lucy molded herself against Kate’s chest, arms winding around her back, pressing kisses along her temple and the crown of her head. Kate felt the heat of her body, the rhythm of her heart, and every whisper and nibble stoking a fire deep in her chest.

****

The ceiling fan hummed above, the ocean breathed outside, but inside, time slowed. They remained entwined, breaths syncing, hands roaming, lips brushing, and murmurs of devotion wrapping around them like a cocoon. Kate didn’t need to ask again; Lucy’s presence, her words, and her steady insistence on staying said everything.

Kate closed her eyes, pressing her lips to the top of Lucy’s head. “Okay,” she whispered. “Then I’ll hold you to that.”

And Lucy, eyes closed now, murmured back, “Hold me as tight as you need. I’m not letting go.”

Outside, the night deepened, stars hiding behind clouds. Inside, they stayed pressed together, kisses and murmurs wrapping them in fire, trust, and love—a promise that even the darkest nights could not shake.