A/N: This idea of couple Daya and Bosco deciding to woo an oblivious Jasmine popped in my head, and it just wouldn't let go, so here's a little short on that. (:
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“I think I want to start dating again.”
Bosco and Daya froze, looking over at the blonde girl who had just dropped that statement then quickly exchanged a look.
The three of them were chilling in Daya and Bosco’s shared apartment, squeezed together on their couch and practically knee to knee. Jasmine and Daya were duking it out on Street Fighters on the Switch while Bosco watched, alternating between cheering on Jasmine and her girlfriend.
“What? Why?” Daya said with a touch of jealousy, eyeing the shorter girl at the corner of her eye as Jasmine carried on mashing the buttons on her controller, completely not registering the other girl’s tone.
“I don’t know, just feeling a little lonely these days, that’s all.”
“Lonely how? You’re always here in our apartment.” Daya shot back, her fingers mashing the buttons harder to defend against her opponent’s finisher.
Jasmine cussed out as her fighter’s finishing move was successfully blocked before continuing her onslaught of attacks.
“Well yeah, but it’s different. You two have each other. You both get to have kisses and cuddles, and then there’s sad little old me that’s just constantly a lightbulb that you’re both entertaining because my sad little ass got dumped on Valentine’s Day, and you’ve both been too nice to turn me away.”
“That’s not entirely true.” Daya muttered under her breath, wincing when Bosco elbowed her in the ribs.
“What was that?”
“What Daya was trying to say is that you know that you’d never be a lightbulb here.”
“Well that’s what you say now, but it’s not exactly what I feel- Damn it Daya!”
Dropping her controller to the side and crossing her arms, Jasmine pouted as Daya’s win flashed across the screen, though the other girl barely gave it a glance as she set her own controller aside.
“Jas, we’ve gone over this before. You’re always welcome here. Hell, we even told you to move in since you’re here practically on a daily basis.”
The younger girl raised a brow, lips pressed into a line. “I thought that was just you being your sarcastic self.”
“She wasn’t, I promise baby.” Bosco chimed in, her hand resting on Daya’s forearm, knowing her girlfriend would probably say something that she would regret in the heat of the moment. “Besides, you did mention that your lease was almost up and you weren’t sure whether to renew it or not.”
Looking over at her two friends as they nodded reassuringly, it only took Jasmine a minute to make her decision and she gave a wide toothy smile.
“If you’re sure, then you’ve got a new roommate! But promise to let me know if I get to be too much and you want me to leave, okay?”
“You know that I always speak my mind.” Daya smirked, her smirk turning into a fond smile as Jasmine threw back her head in laughter.
“Don’t I know it. Let me go call my landlord to let him know.” Giving the couple on the couch quick tight hugs as she passed them and hustled on over to the kitchen for some privacy.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Daya wrapped an arm around Bosco, tugging her close.
“It’s time for the next phase of our plan, babe.”
“You mean sabotaging her plans of dating and convincing her to date us instead?”
Just a little drabble that my fingers were itching to write.
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Rosé knows she shouldn’t be this affected by Denali smelling like her, but she is.
When her roommate had come to her pouting that she had run out of shampoo one day, Rosé had generously offered her own for the brunette to use. Since then Denali had developed the habit of stealing her shampoo and using it every now and then. Normally Rosé would have complained, but it’s hard to when the younger girl smiles with those adorable dimples in her cheeks and smelling like hers.
A/N: This idea of this overdone trope just popped up into my head, and I just had to write it.
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Jasmine swirled the almost completely melted ice cubes in her glass of water and sighed, resting her chin on her palm as she stared vacantly into space.
She had been sitting in the restaurant for almost an hour now, and her tinder date still hadn’t shown up. She had been painfully optimistic about it too because of how well they had hit it off and how eager he had seemed to meet her.
But now that she was sitting here alone, she was probably mistaken. Her many unanswered messages in the app should have been the biggest clue.
Next time, she’d be sure not to put so much faith on someone she’d never actually met.
“Excuse me, madam.” Jasmine looked up to find a waiter holding a menu and a pair of diners behind him.
“It looks like you and your late companion will not be ordering anything, and since it’s been an hour, I’m afraid I’ll have to give your table to someone else now.” He said with a cloying smile on his face. She noticed the two girls that stood behind him throwing sympathetic looks her way, and immediately felt her stomach sink to her feet, the feeling of utter humiliation filling her.
“Oh, I- I understand. Let me just get my things.” Jasmine found herself stammering, struggling not to let herself cry as she put her glass down and was about to get up when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, love. Traffic was a nightmare and my phone died before I could call you.” She looked up to find a beautiful raven looking down at her, their lips curved into an apologetic smile before they turned to the waiter.
“Is there something wrong? Is our reservation no longer valid?”
The waiter blinked hard at them, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and an attempt to remain professional. “Not at all. My apologies for my mistake.” He turned to the other two customers. “Ladies, let me see if I can find you another table.” And he quickly ushered them to the other end of the restaurant.
The stranger stared after the waiter, then turned to smile at Jasmine, dropping into the empty seat across from her.
“Now that that’s taken care of, nice to meet you! My name is Bosco, and whoever stood you up clearly must have been stupid or ignorant because you are stunningly gorgeous.”
Jasmine felt her cheeks turn pink as they smiled at her.
“Nice to meet you too. I’m Jasmine, and thank you so much for that. I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but how did you know what was going on?”
“I noticed you were sitting alone for a while now while I was at the bar, and when I saw the waiter walking over, I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.” They leaned forward, beckoning Jasmine and continued in a low voice when she shifted closer. “Also, that waiter has been an absolute asshole since the first time I saw him, and you’re way too pretty to cry.”
Jasmine burst into laughter before quickly covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing too loudly. Bosco smiled at her, then picked up the menu in front of them.
“Now come on, let’s order some food because I’m pretty sure you haven’t eaten yet.”
Smiling back at Bosco, Jasmine picked up the menu too and looked through it, quickly deciding what to eat. After waving over a different waiter to place their orders, the two of them started to make small talk, slowly learning more about each other.
Jasmine learned that Bosco was a very much in demand graphic designer in a creative agency that lived their best life with a balcony full of plants that each had its own special name and place in their heart.
Bosco learned that Jasmine was a fashion consultant for a production house that spent her spare hours and days dancing when she could, being fortunate enough to have the best of both worlds.
Jasmine smothered her laughter as Bosco told her another wild story of one of her many clients, and found that she was enjoying herself a lot more than she had expected to.
Bosco was sharp and witty. They constantly teased her over their entrees, and yet she found herself not minding it one bit. They came across as charming instead of obnoxious, and the way they carried themselves was so incredibly attractive that Jasmine found herself hanging onto their every word.
By the time they had finished their desserts, they were one of the few tables left, both comfortable with the other and seemingly reluctant to leave. Unfortunately, it was getting late, and Jasmine had to leave so that she would have enough sleep before her early morning rehearsal the next day.
Nodding in understanding, Bosco had waved for the bill and slipped their card into the folio for the waiter to charge to their account before Jasmine could even get her wallet out.
“But I should be the one paying, especially since I’m the one who was supposed to be on a date.”
Bosco rolled their eyes as they signed the receipt when the waiter returned.
“Please, I just had the chance to have dinner with a beautiful dancer. How could I not pay?”
Jasmine had to bite back a smile as Bosco thanked the waiter and stood, moving over to offer their arm to her.
“Shall we, my lady?” She giggled, taking hold of Bosco’s arm as she stood. They left the restaurant arm in arm, Bosco walking Jasmine to the train station in comfortable silence.
When they reached their destination, they reluctantly pulled apart. Bosco stuffed their hands in their pockets, looking at Jasmine.
“Well, it’s been fun.”
She nodded in agreement. “Very. I really enjoyed myself tonight, and again, thank you. I’d probably be crying my eyes out in my apartment if it weren’t for you.”
Bosco chuckled and reached over to Jasmine, pushing a loose curl back into place. “And I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of having such a good time if what’s-his-name had shown up, so I think we’re even.”
Laughing softly, Jasmine looked up at Bosco, taking in the way their eyes were crinkled at the corners as they smiled at her, their cheeks flushed from the cool night air.
“I’d really like to see you again.” She blurted out, nervously twisting her fingers as she looked down at the tops of her shoes. “If you don’t mind, that is.”
“I would love to see you again too.” Jasmine looked up to find Bosco looking at her with the softest smile, their fingers tangling with hers. “How about a movie tomorrow night?”
A/N: It’s a little different from what I had planned, but it just felt kind of right.
———
“So exactly how long are you planning on hiding out in my apartment?” Kerri asked as she stared down at Jasmine sitting on the floor of her balcony, her arms wrapped around herself.
“I’m not hiding.” Jasmine muttered, her chin resting on her knees as she stared listlessly at the night cityscape. Kerri sighed, settling herself delicately on the ground next to her friend.
She remembered waking up late that Friday night to insistent pounding on her door. There were angry curses in her mind for the unfortunate being that would face her wrath, only to find Jasmine at her doorstep dishevelled in a beautiful gown, mussed up hair, heels in hand and tears in her eyes.
“Baby, you’ve been holed up in here for three days while a certain someone-”
“Technically two days…”
“-has been blowing up your phone with calls and messages.”
Jasmine pressed her lips together, but it did nothing to stop her chin from trembling. Kerri sighed and pulled the other girl into a side hug, stroking her head as she attempted to soothe her.
“They said that they’re in love with me.” The younger girl whispered as Kerri rocked her gently.
“I know.”
“They said that it wasn’t an act.”
“I know.”
“They said that they love me.”
Kerri snorted, having gotten used to hearing what had happened for the past weekend.
“Honey, you’re repeating yourself again.”
Jasmine sighed, taking the hand that was on her head and holding it.
“I’m scared.”
Kerri frowned, looking at her.
This was new. So far, Jasmine had either remained eerily silent or repeated the events again and again, but never had she mentioned how she felt about it all. Despite her cheerful and positive facade and how talkative she could be, when it came to matters of the heart, Kerri knew that Jasmine was more careful about that.
“What are you scared of?” She asked gently, squeezing Jasmine’s hand encouragingly, bidding her to continue.
“What if I’m not good enough?” The blonde blurted, hand squeezing back. “Bosco is just so wonderful. They’ve been so sweet and lovely this entire time. They’re always so caring, and I’ve seen it in the way they treat others too. And look at them. A proper singer that is loved and adored by millions.”
Jasmine looked at Kerri, worrying at her lower lip for a moment, before continuing.
“Kerri, I’m just a washed up dancer teaching kids. I haven’t been able to take on a proper gig in months and was barely able to scrape together enough money for my bills. What could I possibly offer Bosco? Nothing.”
Kerri narrowed her eyes, something snapping in her as she heard her precious friend berate herself. She pulled herself away from Jasmine before slapping her cheeks, sandwiching Jasmine’s face between her hands.
“No ma’am, you stop this pity party right now. What is the matter with you? Woman, you are beautiful and talented with a heart of pure gold, and that is worth so much more than every cent in the bank.”
“But-”
Kerri frowned, shaking her head. “No buts! Now let me ask you, do you have feelings for them?”
Jasmine shifted, trying to turn away from Kerri but the brunette refused to budge, staring her down.
“Well?”
The blonde swallowed before reluctantly nodding. Kerri grinned, letting Jasmine’s face go and pulling her into a tight hug.
“I knew it! No one who agonises so much about someone’s confession wouldn’t have mutual feelings.”
“Yeah, but-”
“No, enough with the buts. You need to do something about this. You both clearly have feelings for each other, so you need to actually sit down and talk about it. Have an actual conversation instead of moping around my apartment. Actually tell them how you feel.”
Jasmine swallowed, reluctantly nodding. She knew that Kerri was right, but she was still scared on the inside. What if it didn’t work out? What if Bosco realised that being with her was a big mistake? That their worlds were too different?
As if reading her mind, Jasmine’s phone started vibrating, a photo of Bosco lighting up the screen. They both stared at the phone on the ground, resting just a few inches from them.
“If you’re not going to answer it, then I will.”
“No, Kerri, wait-”
Ignoring her, Kerri quickly snatched the phone off the ground and dashed into her apartment, Jasmine hot on her heels as she pressed the answer button.
“Hello Bosco.”
Jasmine stopped and stared with wide eyes as Kerri spun around to glare at her, a finger raised in warning while she listened to the other end of the line.
“Yes, our little Jasmine’s here with me, safe and sound from all the big bad ghoulies.”
There was more talking on the other end with Jasmine watching Kerri restlessly as she nodded along and replied in low tones to whatever they were saying before finally hanging up. She opened the WhatsApp messenger, typed something into it and slid Jasmine’s phone into her pocket, out of the other girl’s reach.
A/N: Immediately thought of this after seeing that Bosco might have kissed Kerri.
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She tapped on the metal railing as she stared out at the skyline, her jaw clenched tight as she tried to shake the image of Bosco kissing Kerri out of her head.
Sure, Jasmine knew that the kiss was the result of some dumb drinking game, but she couldn’t pretend that it didn’t affect her. That seeing the person she had the biggest, dumbest crush on kissing the person she admired didn’t sting like hell.
It’s not like Bosco belonged to her or anything, nor were they privy to her feelings for them.
She dropped her head onto the railing before her and lightly knocked her forehead to it, hoping that by some miracle, it would help to dispel the scene from replaying in her mind over and over again.
A few knocks later, her forehead made contact with skin.
“Hey there, I’m sure the alcohol is messing your brain up enough, no need to help it along now.”
“Go away, ‘sco.” Jasmine mumbled, shoving Bosco’s hand away from the railing and scowling at them as they stood next to her.
“And miss out on this beautiful night view with you? Never.”
Jasmine huffed, taking whatever that was left of her drink from the side table and waved it at them. “Then I’ll just drink more instead.” She was about to chug the rest of it down when Bosco quickly snatched it away, tutting at her.
“Now now, I think you’ve had enough drinks for one night.” Setting the drink on the floor, they sidled up to her, hip checking Jasmine. “So what’s got you in such a bad mood?”
“You.” Jasmine carelessly shot back as she crossed her arms and stubbornly looked away from them, not wanting them to know that she actually meant it and silently hoping that Bosco would go away. She really didn’t want to have to deal with them when she was all in her feelings.
Unfortunately for her, Bosco was just as stubborn as she was.
“I see. So you’re upset because I kissed Kerri, and not you.”
Jasmine froze, cursing herself for how the alcohol had sufficiently loosened her tongue. She could sense Bosco staring at her from the side, and forced herself to argue back.
“No, that’s stupid, why would I be upset that you kissed Kerri?”
“Maybe because you’d rather I kissed you?”
Feeling fingers gently grip her chin to make her face Bosco, she faltered when she saw the way they looked knowingly at her.
“You know, in my defence, I’d really much rather kiss you too.” Jasmine swallowed the lump in her throat at Bosco’s admission, eyes dropping down to their lips for a split second.
To the lips that she thought of kissing one too many times.
“Really?” She let slip, her judgement foggy from the alcohol.
“Why would I lie about something like that?”
“Because Kerri’s gorgeous.” Jasmine blurted out. “I wouldn’t blame you or anyone for wanting to kiss her.”
Bosco chuckled, their grip on her chin loosening to tug at a loose blonde curl instead.
“Maybe. I’m not going to lie, I have thought of kissing Kerri before, and you’re right about her being gorgeous.”
Feeling her heart drop, Jasmine wished that she hadn’t said anything, wished she’d left the party earlier, then maybe she wouldn’t have to hear Bosco wax poetic about Kerri.
“But then again, she’s not you.” Bosco continued and she stiffened, then forced herself to look up at Bosco to find them looking at her with that infuriatingly charming smirk on her face.
“She’s not the one that I’ve thought about kissing for a while now. She’s also not the one that I’ve wanted to ask out on a date for a while now."
“Really?” Jasmine squeaked, not quite believing Bosco. They nodded, smiling at her, leaning against the railing as they looked out to the stars.
“So what do you say? Would you like to go out on a date some time?”
If Jasmine hadn’t known any better, she’d think that it was a joke, but with the way she could see how Bosco’s hands were trembling just a little, as if they weren’t confident at all about her answer, she knew that it was the truth.
Psyching herself up, she leaned towards Bosco and clumsily kissed them on the cheek, grinning when they looked at her in pleasant surprise.
“Yes please. And hopefully a proper kiss after that too.”
A/N: It has been forever and a half, and I did promise chaos, didn’t I?
———
It started out as one of those nights where Bosco had to make an appearance at a charity gala and Jasmine found herself being dragged along to do her usual “wifely duties” to help keep up appearances.
Jasmine was sitting alone at one of the tables at the side, quietly sipping a flute of champagne that she had managed to swipe off the tray of one of the passing servers.
Bosco had been called away by Daya for a private conversation with one of the charity organisers, leaving Jasmine to sit alone while she waited for them to return.
At first, they had been reluctant to leave her, knowing how uncomfortable and exposed Jasmine felt whenever she was left alone in such events. But when Daya had given them a pointed look, Bosco had softly apologised to Jasmine, dropping an apologetic kiss on her cheek and promising to be back as soon as possible before leaving with their manager.
Sighing as she stared at the sea of people milling about, Jasmine tried to entertain herself by trying to count the number of celebrities she knew when someone dropped into the chair opposite her.
“I take it that this isn’t your usual scene?”
She turned to find a blonde woman looking back at her, a flute of champagne of her own held between her fingers.
“Kind of. How could you tell?”
“Well for one thing, you’re not exactly jumping to rub elbows with the people here, and just sitting by yourself. Nothing wrong with that though. I think that’s a lot better than sucking up to people you don’t really know to try and get something in return.”
Jasmine found herself automatically smiling at the relaxed and casual way the other woman held herself, already feeling at ease with how laid back she was.
“I’m Lemon, by the way.”
“Jasmine.”
“I know.” Lemon replied with a grin. “You’re all the newspapers have been talking about for the past few months, what with you being Bosco’s sweetheart, though honestly? You look much prettier in real life.”
Jasmine let out a laugh, surprised at how unabashed the other woman was. “Thank you, I think?”
They spent the next few minutes chatting with each other, and in that short span of time, Jasmine figured out why Lemon looked so familiar to her . She was one of the hottest models that graced several magazine covers, and Jasmine was pretty sure that she’d seen her walk the runway last week at a fashion show she had gone to with Bosco.
“Well, I can see why Bosco tied the knot with you. You’re pretty and adorable. If I had met you first, I’d probably do the same.”
Jasmine giggled, blushing a little at how blatantly Lemon seemed to flirt with her.
“Careful now, you know that I’m a happily married woman.”
“Exactly that, my very happily married woman.” Jasmine felt familiar arms drape around her shoulders as Bosco leaned over her. “I’m sorry I took so long, princess.” They said as they dropped a kiss on the crown of her head before pinning Lemon with a saccharine sweet smile.
Lemon laughed, holding her hands up. “Down Bosco, I meant no harm. Just appreciating your lovely wife.”
“That’d better be all that you’re doing, doll.” Bosco drawled back at her, before tugging Jasmine up to stand and pulling her over to the middle of the room. “Come on, my lovely wife, I believe I owe you a dance.”
Jasmine shook her head at Bosco’s behaviour and waved goodbye to a very amused Lemon as they made their way to the dance floor. Once there, Bosco crowded into her space, arms wrapping around her waist and Jasmine followed suit by placing hers on Bosco’s shoulders.
“So how was your little meeting?”
“Inspiring.” Bosco replied drily. “So what do you think of Lemon?”
Jasmine cocked a brow at their question. “She’s funny.”
“That’s all?”
“Yeah,” she stared at Bosco, cataloging how there seemed to be an underlying meaning behind their question. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason.” They shrugged nonchalantly, twirling Jasmine out before pulling her closer. “Would you go out with her?”
Jasmine choked back a laugh, eyes staring at Bosco in disbelief. “I’ve only spoken to her for a few minutes, and I’m married to you so I’m pretty sure that isn’t an option.”
“It could be in a few days.” Bosco muttered, burying their face into Jasmine’s shoulder.
She froze, hit by the realisation that their time together was almost up
How could she forget about that? That this was only temporary. That she was only married to Bosco in name, and that there wasn’t any actual love between them. That everything was an act.
Something about that thought made Jasmine’s heart clench, unable to think about life without them.
“Right.” She whispered hoarsely, hands growing clammy. “This is just an act and nothing else, isn’t it?”
She felt Bosco stiffen, their breathing stopping for a second before they pulled away.
The silence stretched out with Bosco gnawing at their lower lip and Jasmine staring at them, eyes wide.
“Isn’t it?”
“What if I told you that it wasn’t for me?”
“..what?”
Bosco brought their hands to Jasmine’s, threading their fingers together.
“Because it isn’t for me.” Bosco looked straight into her eyes, and it was as if time stood still.
A/N: Just something short and sweet, and also a precursor to the promised chaos that will come very soon.
———
“You’re falling for her, aren’t you?” Daya asked as she watched Bosco move around the kitchen, attempting to cook dinner for Jasmine before she got back from work on one of their rare days off.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,'' they said as they prodded at the chicken fillets that had been cooking in the oven for the past half hour. “Do you think it’s cooked yet?”
“You’re changing the subject.” Their best friend and manager deadpanned, arms crossed as she leaned back against the kitchen island.
Bosco sighed as they shut the oven door and moved to the stove top where they had some unevenly chopped potatoes and carrots simmering in a pan.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I was falling for her.”
“Thank god.”
“Because I’ve already been in love with her since day one.”
Daya froze, staring hard at Bosco as they moved about the kitchen, completely ignoring her in favour of trying to ensure that nothing burned.
“You WHAT?!”
Completely unaffected by Daya’s outburst, Bosco carefully stirred at a tiny pot of lumpy brown sauce. “Is it possible to burn sauce? It’s only been about half an hour-“
“No, you are not going to weasel your way out of this conversation.”
Bosco sighed, switching off the flame for the sauce. “What’s there to say, Daya? I’m in love with Jasmine, that’s it.”
Daya scrubbed her face in frustration, trying to process what Bosco had just told her. At this point, she struggled between wanting to talk to them as either their best friend or their manager.
“I thought that this arrangement was temporary. It’s only supposed to last for six months, right?”
Bosco remained silent as they flipped the potatoes and carrots in the pan, choosing not to reply.
“Right?”
“I think I should try making the sauce again.”
“Bosco!”
“What do you want me to say Daya?” They asked, finally turning to face her. “I know what I said. I know what I told you and I know what I told her, but I don’t want this to just be a temporary thing. I can’t! I can’t imagine not having her in my life, not after all this time together.”
Bosco looked away, for once feeling vulnerable and letting Daya see it.
“I don’t want to let her go.”
There was a moment of silence, before Daya sighed and went over to Bosco, pulling them into a hug.
“As your manager, I want to kick your ass. But as your best friend, I just want what’s best for you.” She pulled back to look at them. “Are you sure?”
Bosco nodded, their face set. “I’ve never been surer.”
Smiling at them, Daya pulled them into another fierce hug.
“Okay then, I trust that you know what you’re doing.”
A/N: So is it a date? Who knows. I don’t know. Do you know?
———
Jasmine and Bosco had snuck out of their apartment in the classic discreet look of sunglasses and hoodies, and had actually managed to get to the Italian restaurant down the street that Jasmine had mentioned without anyone recognising them.
Bosco being a regular at the restaurant had helped immensely as the waiter welcomed them both with open arms and ushered them to a private booth in the corner.
It had been fun and casual. Bosco had taken the time to point out their favourites and even ordered the two of them a bottle of red wine.
“A toast to us for managing to give the paps the slip.” They had winked as they both clinked their glasses together with a smile.
By the time they were done with dinner, there was a happy glow about them. Jasmine was just on the edge of being tipsy while Bosco was still sober, being entertained by how loose limbed and funny Jasmine was by their side.
She had dissolved into a fit of giggles at the joke that she had been trying to tell them, leaning against Bosco with her head tucked into the curve of their shoulder, and they couldn’t help but look at her with pure adoration.
“You are absolutely precious, you know that?” Bosco couldn’t help saying as they tapped Jasmine on the nose, which only sent her into another giggling fit, pressing her face into their neck.
“And you’re an absolute flirt.” Jasmine retorted good naturedly, absentmindedly squeezing their thigh and completely missing the flash of desire that showed on Bosco’s face.
Swallowing the urge to kiss her, Bosco instead nudged Jasmine’s drink away.
“I think someone has had a little too much to drink.”
Jasmine pouted, but then perked up after a moment.
“Can we get some ice cream then? There’s that parlour around that corner that just opened up. Pretty please?”
Rolling their eyes fondly at her childish antics, Bosco checked her phone for the time, frowning when they realised how late it was getting.
“Next time princess. It’s getting late and we should be heading home.” They said, taking hold of her hand and pulling her out of the booth.
“But I don’t want to.” Jasmine had pouted, but still let herself be led out of the restaurant.
They walked side by side back to their apartment building, hands tangled together. There was a pleasant hum in the air from all the alcohol and food that they had ingested.
“You know.” Jasmine said, wiggling her fingers in Bosco’s hold. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that this was an actual date. Whoever gets to really marry you for real and forever one day is one lucky person.”
Bosco remained silent, choosing not to say anything in that moment, not wanting to tell Jasmine that the one that they really wanted to marry for real and forever was the one they were holding hands with right now.
Jasmine on the other hand was completely oblivious to them, humming random snatches of song under her breath instead.
As they neared the front of the building, Bosco halted, causing Jasmine to almost stumble next to her.
“What’s wrong?”
“There are some reporters scouting outside.”
“Where?” Jasmine squinted her eyes, trying to pick them out.
“Over there, behind the bushes.” They waved vaguely at the corner, but Jasmine couldn’t see anything beyond the thick foliage of leaves.
“Really? I can’t see them.”
Because there weren’t actually any reporters behind the bushes, but she didn’t need to know that. Bosco turned to Jasmine, a sly look in their eye.
“Hey, do you want to give them a show?”
Jasmine frowned, confusion showing on her face before realisation dawned on her as Bosco grinned.
“No.”
“Come on princess, live a little.”
“Wouldn’t Daya and your team be pissed at us?”
“So what?” Bosco shrugged. “That’s what they’re there for. It’s their job. And anyways, we’re just giving the people what they want, right?”
She looked unsure and was about to argue back when Bosco gently pushed her against the brick wall at the side of the apartment building. They cupped her face, thumb stroking her jaw.
“It’s why we practised, right?”
Jasmine’s breath hitched as Bosco pressed up against her, her gaze flickered down to their wine stained lips then back to their eyes.
“Right.” She whispered. “It’s why we practised.”
Bosco grinned, tilting her chin up. “That’s a good girl.” And they slotted their lips against hers, smiling into the kiss when Jasmine immediately wrapped her arms around their neck.
The thumb that they had pressed into her jaw traced the curve of it and down to the back of Jasmine’s neck, tangling their fingers in her blonde hair while Jasmine arched her back, her front pressing against theirs. She moaned as Bosco gave a light tug at her hair, and they savoured it.
Bosco loved how perfectly their bodies fit together, letting their free hand slide to the curve of Jasmine’s backside and give it a little experimental squeeze, making Jasmine pull away with a gasp.
“Bosco!” Jasmine chastised, her face a pretty shade of pink and lips kiss swollen.
Bosco looked at her, blinking innocently. “What?”
Shaking her head, Jasmine peered over their shoulder, trying to look out for the reporters that Bosco had mentioned.
“Are they gone yet?”
“Nope.” Bosco cupped Jasmine’s cheek and turned her back to face them.
