like Tarzan Boy
Dani has “Tarzan Boy” by Baltimore stuck in her head for the second day in a row. Jamie, who is helping a woman and her mother help pick out wedding flowers, throws her a dirty look Dani’s way. She’s at the counter in the back, putting together the arrangements for a funeral, and bobbing her head a little.
It’s infuriating and if Jamie weren’t professional and good at her job, she might yell over at Dani and tell her to quit it . As it is, she’s stuck listening to a fifty-year-old woman try to convince her daughter that geraniums are “too sexual” and will “send the wrong message.”
It isn’t until she’s got the order filled out and they’re alone that she can say anything at all and, by then, Dani is full out singing it under her breath.
“I hate you,” she says, hands on her hips as she stares her girlfriend down.
Dani looks up, her lips parted in shock. “What? Why?”
“That song, Poppins. That damn song.”
Realization dawns upon Dani’s expression. “Oh,” she sighs, then winces. “I’m sorry.”
“You should be!” Jamie gestures a little with her hand as she exclaims, too caught up in her own annoyance to care how silly it probably looks. “Two days! Two days of nothing but that goddamn yelling noise. I can’t take it anymore.”
Dani comes around the counter to grab Jamie’s upper arms in her hands. “I’ll think about something else,” she says. “Okay?”
“ Please .”
“On it!” Dani punctuates it with a kiss on Jamie’s cheek and then returns to her arrangement.
Two seconds later, Jamie’s mind fills with the brief image of herself, sitting on the couch in the back room, looking down with an expression Jamie’s never seen herself make but immediately understands. It’s Dani’s perspective she’s seeing herself from, whose hands run up Jamie’s thighs and start unbuttoning her jeans.
“Dani!” Jamie scolds, whipping around to look at her girlfriend, who is smirking a little now.
“What?” she asks, trying her best to sound innocent.
“You keep that up and we’re gonna have a different conversation.”
“Yeah?”
She wiggles her eyebrows. For Christ’s sake. She wiggles her eyebrows.
Jamie goes to the door and flips the CLOSED sign ten minutes early and locks the door. When she turns around, Dani is biting her lip in anticipation, already backing up to the back room. As soon as Jamie comes for her, moving quick and steady, she squeals, falling into Jamie’s arms as Jamie kicks the door shut behind them.
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“I hate you. I really, really do.”
“Why this time?”
“Because you’re thinking about adding hyancith’s to that damn arrangement with your hand down my pants.”
“Hey, don’t be jealous that I’m good at multi-tasking.”
“I’m not jealous, I just hate— Oh, God. No...you...you can’t read my t-thoughts for...for evil.”
“Really? ’Cause I’m pretty sure you were just thinking about me—”
“I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I—Dani, yes , right there—”
A hum. Dani drops to her knees and tugs Jamie’s jeans down to her knees with her free hand, pulling Jamie closer by the hips so her mouth has more room to work. Jamie tosses her head back, hands coming through Jamie’s hair and when she comes down just a few moments later, Dani rests her chin on her knee and looks up at her, smiling as Jamie blinks her eyes open.
“I really do hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
Dani juts her lower lip out in a pout. “Why this time?”
Jamie glares, huffing out an annoyed breath. “Because now I’ve got the damn song stuck in my own head!”
Dani laughs. What else can she do?
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