[Literature] Dress for the Job (Original)

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Title: Dress for the Job
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: Prudence Gao/Eve Morris
Rating: general
Words: 300
Prompt: That conversation we were always on the edge / of having, runs on in my head. Adrienne Rich, Twenty-One Love Poems
Summary: On hats and love on a fixed contract.

"It doesn't work," Eve admitted, and plucked the big floppy hat off her girlfriend's head. "It's not you."

Prudence slicked back her long mussed hair and turned from the mirror into Eve's chest. With her arms around her waist, she was just exactly on level to nuzzle in her breasts. It never stopped making Eve's heart splash with joy, the way this wound-up girl clung to her. She needed so much love. (They both did.)

"Well, that was a waste of money, then."

Eve plopped the hat on her own head, though it wouldn't work any better on her close-cropped 'do. "Whose style is it?"

"Hm?"

"This is someone else's style, isn't it? Someone you thought of when you saw it in the shop."

"Stop reading my mind, baby."

"Come on. Is it your aunt?"

Prudence disengaged, took back the hat and dropped it on Eve's home-dyed sheets. "How'd you guess?"

"It's kinda eighties."

Pru took her hand and kissed it, each finger in turn.

"You're trying to avoid the conversation."

Pru reached for the back of Eve's neck and kissed her, and just like that she'd won. And maybe neither of them was ready for Eve to win that one.

Because Pru's family had money, and Eve's didn't. Because Pru's aunt was a judge, and Eve let her cousin stock weed at the back of the shop. Because one day Pru would be making weekend shopping trips to New York and Paris, and Eve would still be here, living in the same block as her mother and grandmother and her aunts. That little hippie cutie would disintegrate and Eve wouldn't like what showed up in her place.

But right now they had love, and all Eve could do was love as hard as she possibly could, while she could.