Katie's birthday fic. Happy birthday, dear!!
Julie is coming out of the bathroom, wrapping her hair in a towel, when the front door slams shut, signalling Gill is home from her mid-morning trip to the shops.
‘I’m home, love!’ she hears as she appears round the corner to greet Gill in the hallway. Gill looks up and notices the towel on Julie’s hair. ‘Oh, ‘ello. Only just got out of the shower, you lazy cow?’
‘Very funny,’ Julie replies sarcastically, followed by a quick peck on the lips. ‘I’ve done my hair again.’
‘Well, when you get as old as you are, hair dye really is the only option,’ says Gill with a smirk on her face, carrying the bags into the kitchen and distributing their contents into various cupboards.
‘Sod off, you’re barely younger than me,’ says Julie, following her around, trying to distract Gill with light touches here and there.
‘Yeah, but I am so there you go, old lady.’ Julie’s eyebrows shoot up in melodramatic shock.
‘Are you just gonna insult me all day?’ asks Julie, knowing full well that that is exactly what Gill will do, and she’ll return the favour.
‘I thought that was the extent of our relationship,’ says Gill, handing Julie the last of the shopping, a box of cereal to put on top of the cupboards, far out of Gill’s reach. Julie does so, and then sneaks her arms around Gill’s waist.
‘That’s not what I gathered from last night.’ Gill turns in her arms and brings her arms up around Julie’s neck, leaning in for a kiss. A kiss that is slow and passionate. Gill needs more to grasp onto so she tugs at Julie’s hair towel and it falls to the floor, giving Gill access to tangle her fingers in Julie’s hair.
‘Bloody hell, Slap!’ Gill has pulled back suddenly and exclaims, making Julie jump. ‘When you said you’d dyed your hair again...’ Gill bursts out laughing as she pulls Julie into the living room so she can look in the mirror.
‘Well I ha-’ Julie spots her reflection. ‘SHIT!’ She is faced with a truly shocking sight. Her hair is bright blonde. She turns to look at Gill, and sees that she is wheezing with laughter on the sofa, writhing around clutching her stomach in pain. She is trying so hard not to laugh, seeing Julie’s annoyed face.
‘I must have picked up the wrong packet,’ groans Julie as she stomps to the bathroom to find the box and brings it back to shove in Gill’s face.
‘I bought the wrong bloody packet, how did I manage that?’ she cries as she tosses it onto the coffee table. Gill grabs her arm and pulls her down to sit next to her, still bright red from laughing and not quite succeeding to keep a straight face.
‘Maybe you need stronger reading glasses, old woman.’ Gill wonders if she is pushing it and gets a stern look from Julie to confirm that she is, but that frown soon gets lost in giggles as Julie sees the funny side of the situation.
‘Shut your face, you cow. This is funny on no level whatsoever,’ Julie manages to get out between gasping for air and laughing so hard her cheeks hurt.
‘That’s where you’re so very wrong,’ Gill replies with the same difficulty.
When they finally recover from their laughing fit, Gill has that twinkle in her eye that tells Julie she’s got another funny comment up her sleeve. She doesn’t fail.
‘My God, look at you. You look like a cross between Debbie Harry and Linda Evans from Dynasty.’
That does it. All hope of regaining composure is lost as they clutch each other, cackling into the sofa.
