Prompt Fill: Malia x Lydia Indie Record Shop AU for roardean
(This is a new pairing attempt for me ... with a couple of cameos from a couple of different shows LOL)
The familiar crackle of vinyl in a record player soothed Lydia Martin’s frazzled nerves. Her co-worker Jimmy had called out, and her boss was out with his fiance, so … Lydia had been called into work. She loved working at Second Spin - the regulars were wonderful, her boss was a sweetheart and his fiance was a deliciously sexy attorney so it made for some lovely fantasy material.
The familiar sound of the bell over the door pulled Lydia out of her thoughts. She looked towards the door and didn’t see anyone, but could hear soft murmurs from the front of the shop. She put a new record on the record player and went back to the mirror she had propped up next to the register.
“Narcissist.”
“You’re just jealous,” Lydia said, a smile tugging at her lips as she fixed her eyeliner.
“That you love the mirror more than you love your girlfriend?”
Lydia glanced up from the mirror, eyeing her girlfriend over the register. She and Malia had been together since college, somehow migrating toward each other at NYU. Their relationship didn’t always run smooth, but what relationship did? “I don’t love the mirror, maybe what’s reflected there,” she teased as she tossed the eyeliner back in her makeup bag.
“Again, narcissist.”
“Were you here for some other reason other than to distract me from work?” Lydia asked.
“Well,” Malia replied, sidling up the counter. “I was here to bring my super hot girlfriend lunch, but she was so intrigued by her own reflection -”
“Asshole,” Lydia said, tugging Malia in for kiss, humming when she felt Malia’s fingernails scratching at her undercut. Her own hands entrenched themselves in Malia’s perfectly tousled fauxhawk, tugging on Malia’s bottom lip with her teeth as she broke the kiss.
“You love it,” Malia replied, finally setting the takeout on the counter. “I got your favorite from that vegan place around the corner.”
Lydia smiled and reached back across the counter, fixing Malia’s mussed hair. “Ah, you do care,” she said. “Sorry about today, I know you really wanted to check out the music festival.”
“Oh, I’m still going,” Malia said. “Maybe I can find a couple of artists with vinyl for this place. Mike’s taken my advice before.”
“Yes and our indie section is much bigger than it used to be,” Lydia said. “I’m closing up at six, where are you going to be?”
Malia shrugged. “Not sure,” she said. “Text me?”
“I can do that,” Lydia said, giving Malia a quick kiss. “Listen closely for me.”
“Can do,” Malia replied, rapping the counter with her knuckles before heading out.
Lydia sighed softly as she unpacked her lunch. She lifted her head and glanced in the direction of the ‘indie’ section. “Rory! Lane! If you think you two can hide back there, you’ve got another thing coming! Grab those records and get up here so I can properly berate you for your taste in music!” There was a bit of a scuffle and muffled cursing and Lydia chuckled - she really did love her regulars.
