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Violet sat alone on her couch, her eyes constantly darting around the room. All the memories of losing Evan, floating in and out of her mind. Losing Monica, really set things into perspective. It didn't matter if she fell in love with a first responder or not, anyone's life could be taken from them in just a blink of an eye. She knew she had developed a bit of a soft spot for her partner; a soft spot that had her feeling like she did with Evan. Sighing, Violet picked up her phone and dialled her partner's number. The call rang twice before being answered.
"Violet?" Lizzie asked softly into the phone.
"Yeah, can you-" Violet stops unsure of how to ask. "I keep seeing Evan instead of Monica, I'm drowning in my own head. Can you tell me a story or something?" Violet asks, slamming her eyes closed to stop the tears.
Hearing the pain in her partner's voice, Lizzie grabs her keys and heads out to her car, beginning to tell Violet about a funny story from her days as a floater. She hated that Violet was hurting, she had come to care for her partner, in a way that changed everything. Arriving at Violet’s apartment building, Lizzie takes the stairs two at a time, reaching Violet's door in record time.
"Violet? Come open the door." Lizzie finishes before hanging up the phone.
Hearing this, Violet makes her way to the door, pulling the door open quickly. "You didn't have to come all the way here." Violet whispers, stepping back and allowing Lizzie in.
"You're hurting, I'm always going to come if you call." Lizzie responds waiting until Violet closes the door, before pulling the taller girl into her arms. Violet not putting up a fight, melting into the embrace.
"Thank you for coming." Violet whispers against Lizzie's neck.
"Any time, Vi, any time." Lizzie mumbles. "Shall we go sit down?" Lizzie quizzes softly. Not answering verbally, Violet tugs Lizzie through the apartment before collapsing on the couch. "I'm going to grab us some tea." Lizzie states softly before moving into the kitchen, flicking the kettle on and setting about making two cups of green tea.
Returning to the kitchen with two mugs of tea, Lizzie sets them down on the coffee table. "I'm not going to ask if you are okay, it's clear you aren't." Lizzie states opening her arms for her partner, who settles into her embrace easily.
"Thank you for not asking. It's not that I'm not okay, but I've been where Pascal is. It hurts a lot." Violet starts. "I kept seeing Evan instead of Monica." Violet finishes, leaning out of the embrace slightly to grab her mug, bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip smiling at the taste. Lizzie had made her tea the way Violet preferred.
Lizzie, catching the small smile, grins before noticing that Violet's usually perfect braid was a mess. "Lay your head down?" Lizzie asks, patting her lap. She receives a confused look, before a mug is placed on the coffee table and Violet shuffles enough to lay her head in Lizzie's lap. Tugging the ponytail holder loose, Lizzie runs her fingers through the ends of Violet's braid, slowly making her way up, as if to not knot Violet's hair. Releasing the last section of the braid, Lizzie cards her fingers through dark strands, her nails gently scratching the scalp. A soft noise slips past Violet's lips, her eyes fluttering closed. Lizzie, having caught the noise, applies a little more pressure with her fingers, softly massaging Violet's scalp, drawing a quiet whimper from Violet.
Feeling Violet's breathing starting to even out, Lizzie removes her hand from Violet's hair. "Hey, let's get you into bed. You'll hate yourself in the morning if you sleep on the couch." Lizzie speaks softly, earning a groan from her partner, who sits up. Chuckling, Lizzie stands up, offering her hand to Violet, tugging her to her feet.
"Can you stay?" Violet quizzes, earning a nod from Lizzie.
"Of course." Lizzie answers, squeezing Violet’s hand before letting go. "Go and get into bed, I'll put the dishes away." Lizzie adds, bending down to grab the mugs. Violet stays standing in the living room, watching as Lizzie walks about her apartment, the entire evening seeming a little domestic. An evening, she wouldn't mind repeating it time and time again. Shaking her head, Violet turns and heads to her bedroom, quickly changing into an oversized t-shirt. Grabbing one of her own shirts and a pair of shorts, Violet leaves it on the bed as she moves to the bathroom.
"Hey Vi? Do you have something I can sleep in?" Lizzie asks, having stepped into the bedroom.
"On the end of the bed. It's one of my shirts, it will be a little long on you." Violet calls back into the bedroom. Smiling softly, Lizzie changes quickly, folding her other clothes and placing them on the dresser, just as Violet exits the bathroom. Stepping into the bathroom, Lizzie moves to the sink to wash her face, finding a new toothbrush on the counter.
Curling up in bed, Violet leans back against the pillows, her eyes following Lizzie as she moves into the room. Lizzie makes her way around the bed, getting under the covers beside Violet.
"Thank you for coming and for staying." Violet mutters, her eyes casting down, her hands suddenly more interesting.
"Thank you for calling me. Thank you for trusting me enough to call me." Lizzie adds, covering Violet's hands with one of her own. Violet's gaze snaps up, her eyes locking with Lizzie's, her brain running overtime. Breaking the eye contact, Violet tucks herself into Lizzie's side, her head resting on her shoulder. "Goodnight Liz." Violet whispers, while her mind continues to race.
"Goodnight Vi, sweet Dreams." Lizzie mumbles, as she closes her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep easily.
Half an hour later, both paramedics had failed to fall asleep. Lizzie's hand, carding through dark hair. Violet's hand, tracing patterns over Lizzie's arm. Both minds preoccupied as they lay together in silence. Figuring sleep wouldn't come, Violet shifts her head so she's looking at Lizzie, who's eyes instantly lock with hers.
"I wanna say something. But I don't want you to think that it's because of the situation that took place." Violet starts, her fingers still drawing simple patterns. "In times like these, I would usually call Stella or Kelly or I would just show up at their door." Violet adds, taking a small breath in. Lizzie waits patiently for Violet to continue, her hand now playing with the baby hairs on Violet's neck.
"I called you because tonight put a lot into perspective for me. I swore against falling for another first responder after what happened with Evan." Violet begins, her eyes now darting around the room. "However tonight, I realised that it doesn't matter who you are, your life could be taken at any time. And I don't know how you feel, but I don't want to wait another day without telling you how I feel." Violet adds, her eyes falling back on Novak, who's eyes were already watching her. "I don't know when it happened or why, but somewhere along the line I did fall for another first responder. I'm falling for you." Violet finishes, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she waits for Lizzie to respond. The hand at the base of her neck tightens slightly before Lizzie leans down to press her lips to Violet's, just a simple peck before pulling back.
"I'm falling for you too. I tried my best not to. It's my first rule as a floater, you don't get attached. But I quickly got attached to you and the rest of 51. I eventually realised that I was falling for you. I didn't know how to tell you." Lizzie whispers into the small space between them. Violet's eyes light up, seconds before she shifts her body completely to hover over Lizzie. Leaning down, she captures Lizzie's lips with her own, smiling when she feels Lizzie's hands on her forearms. Tilting her head slightly, Violet deepens the kiss, her tongue running along the seam of Lizzie's lips. Feeling Violet's tongue begging against her lip, Lizzie lets her mouth open, a strangled moan slipping past her lips, her hands tightening around Violet's forearms. Violet, hearing and feeling the moan, smirks as she breaks the kiss, taking in the sight in front of her. Lizzie's eyes are brighter than she's ever seen, and the colour in her cheeks and she's betting she looks the same. Smiling softly, she moves in to kiss Lizzie again, but quickly finds herself on her back with Lizzie hovering over her. Resting her body over Violet's, Lizzie connects their lips, gently pressing her into the mattress, the kiss deepening as Lizzie rests completely against Violet. Breaking the kiss, Lizzie nuzzles into Violet’s neck to hide her blush. Violet chuckles as she runs her hand up and down Lizzie's back. "We will need to talk more, but I'm ready for sleep now." Violet mumbles.
"Tomorrow morning, over breakfast." Lizzie answers, before attempting to move off of Violet. Feeling Lizzie begin to move off her, Violet's grip tightens. "Stay there. I don't mind." Violet explains, earning a groan from Lizzie.
"You can't say shit like that and not expect me to want to kiss you senseless." Lizzie whines.
"Tomorrow." Violet promises. Her eyes bright once again.
"Tomorrow." Lizzie agrees, before closing her eyes and letting sleep take over.