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jet lag was a bitch and ruby felt it tug at her heartburn from the lack of good sleep at the crack of dawn. something only a good cup of tea could fix and a living room full of packed boxes waiting to get unpacked. and as a cup was steaming on the table, the redhead sported her nightclothes squatting down to tend to the first box. without making too much noise, she knifed it open and tended to organize the whole bunch onto the floor, only for her to end up on the floor huffing and puffing from how much her body protested against her decisions. she was meant to sleep in and if her body could talk, it would exactly say that. a soft groan escaped her throat at her fiancee’s entrance, trailed her down from the upside down to a better one when her lover came in for a temple kiss that got ruby smiling all satisfied. ‘’… early enough to probably return to bed now,’’ her voice all hoarse, she rolled over onto her stomach to face simone, ‘’in my defense … there was a seagull squawking right outside the window and when i opened my eyes, it was right there. holding a staring contest as it kept on screeching, so i couldn’t resist hunting down my sandals, unless you’d like me to throw elvis at him instead? elvis would have a blast.’’ she smirked, now reaching out for her cup of tea that had lost its heat, if not its warmth altogether. a snicker following before she put the mug against her lips. ‘’— but you, not so much, i can tell from experience.’’

“aw you sound so cute and tired,” simone said with a slender hand over her bare decolletage. “you should try going back to bed and getting some rest. i don’t think the seagull’s there anymore.” realizing she must have slept through the obnoxious bird sounds, the brunette started to wonder if her hearing was going to shit. “did you win? the staring contest.” this time, her mouth stretched into a teasing smirk, knowing that her fiancee was as competitive as they came. something she loved her all the more for. wrapping one tanned thigh over the other - bless california’s weather for that - simone deadpanned.

“if you keep throwing elvis at things, i’m gonna have you charged with child abuse. my son is an angel and you should treat him like such. like i treat madonna.” of course, their kids were opposite on the spectrum. where madonna was as sweet and relaxed as a dog could be, elvis was hellfire stuffed into a cat. “well thank you ruby, for unpacking what you could. i appreciate it. if anything we can unpack as we go along, since we’ll be here for a bit. annd because...” she started, swallowing another drink of coffee, “i don’t think we’ll have time to do it all today. i want to take you to the boardwalk for some fun.”

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the warm presence of another woman who was reassuring, was beyond pleasant. in most cases others wouldn’t be too happy after an incident like this. a smile quickly came across geneviève’s face before she let out a laugh, “i’m glad i’m not the only one.” the brunette couldn’t help but keep her smile as she picked up the rest of the paper work, relieved that another would help her, “merci, you’re so kind.” most californian’s had thick skin and usually they weren’t as nice as she was, which was refreshing for gen.

“i am, i’m from colmar, alsace. it’s a very small town in eastern france. i would say the biggest city near by would be…,” her blue eyes shifted to the right as she tried to remember, “zürich.” gen smiled, it always brought her joy talking about her hometown. it was nothing like los angeles, in fact, la is considered way more progressive than colmar. but she loved it nonetheless. “oh–wow! really? how long were you there for? i’ve heard that london is so beautiful,” she exclaimed, shoving the papers back into her tote and getting back on her feet. “i’d love to visit– i’ve only ever landed in london for crossovers, but i really should treat myself for a visit.”

“someone has to be nice, when half of hollywood acts like someone shit in their cheerios,” simone humored, knowing all too well how californians could behave - considering she was technically a native. though london had been her home for so long now, and still was, that she hardly thought herself the typical kardashian wannabe.

“i don’t know think i’ve been to that area. been to germany, never right beside it. as funny as that sounds,” the chef said with a grin, handing over her half of the papers that had fallen. “how long have you been in la for? liking it?” hell, she was still figuring that question out for herself. while she enjoyed being able to show her fiancee around her hometown, she missed everything back in the uk already. “i’ve been living there for over ten years! only here for a bit. maybe a few months? at most? i’ve got a wedding later in the year so i’ll take off sometime before that. hopefully,” she laughed. “and london’s great. you definitely don’t melt like a popsicle there, but you never tan either, so it’s a trade-off.”

#( &&. genevieve. )

the sound of boxes being ripped open met her ears from the kitchen, drawing the brunette into the living room with her cup of coffee in hand. as soon as she saw the culprit sprawled out on the floor with a huff of determination, simone couldn’t help the amused smile from capturing her lips, “trying to unpack the rest of the boxes, babygirl?” the chef leaned down to press a loving kiss to her fiancee’s temple, careful not to spill hot coffee all over her as she did, before moving to sit down on the couch nearby. the living room was now a mess of scraps, but at least two boxes were gone from sight. “how early did you even get up?” simone laughed, knowing ruby was more fond of sleeping in than she was.

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#( &&. ruby. )

“weird question, but humor me for a second,” simone started, nose scrunching up as she prepared for the other’s gaze to drop. “does my chest look fake to you or something?” realizing anyone would need an explanation to that, the dark-haired chef huffed, “i’ve been asked ten times since arriving in los angeles who my plastic surgeon is, and i’m starting to get offended. or maybe i should take it as a compliment? iiii don’t know.”

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#tbd #to any muse !#lemme know if i need to change anything !#i have little to NO idea where this came from lmfao

after two cafe customers had now mistaken the brunettes for mother and daughter, simone finally decided to comment on the hilarious outcome, “y’know, i’d be kinda concerned you were my actual daughter if i wasn’t as gay as i am.” her mouth twitched into a lighthearted smile, head gesturing to the chair opposite of her, “wanna just join me for lunch at this point? because i don’t think they’ll stop asking unless we do.”

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#( &&. arielle. )#lemme know if i need to change anything !

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it was a quarter till two and gen was still at the local bar, which only caused a wash of guilt to come over her. even if she was the boss at her practice, it was still no excuse to take a two hour lunch. she swirled the wine glass in her grasp, watching as the bubbly liquid traveled around the interior– never reaching the top. as the bartender took her tab she decided it was probably time to finally return to the office. with a sigh, she hoped no one realized how long she was gone for. it was just unethical and she always tried to be fair to her employees but for some reason she just felt the need to be alone for a while. she would never admit it, but it was probably due to the loss of a family she once had. it was never the same since she moved out on her own. a big mansion in beverly hills wasn’t as romantic without someone to share it with.

geneviève took one more sip before grabbing her things, turning around at the exact moment as another. “oh mon dieu!” she gasped under her breath as her tote plunged to the floor, spilling all of its contents of paper work onto the floor. “goodness, i’m so sorry,” gen stated as she carefully bent down to pick up the wreckage. even though shes lived in america for years, her accent still clinged to her. and she was rather proud of it, since it’s the one thing she still has from her home. “no more wine for me, then,” she added with a laugh as she looked up to the figure.

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“oh pfft! nah, you’re all good, hun,” simone said with a wave of her hand and a lax roll of her eyes, “happens to the best of us. especially when we’re wine drunk at two in the afternoon. been there, done that.” while she was joking for reassurance’s sake, simone had definitely had her fair share of afternoon solo parties. particularly when she was younger. “here - lemme help you.” she bent down alongside the other woman, reaching for any stray papers. “are you from france? i just got in from london, myself.” with a scrunch of her nose, simone admitted in defeat, “no cool accent though. i’m originally from here.”

#( &&. genevieve. )

⟨ madchen amick. cis female. she/her. ⟩ ↪ have you met simone luther yet ? this forty-eight year old aquarius has been living in the santa monica area for one day. she makes a living as a famous chef & restaurateur, which works for their generous, warm, outspoken, and extravagant nature. magic carpet ride by steppenwolf is one of simone’s favorite songs, and they're written by medusa, 24, pst, none.