Chapter 7
Aubrey hadn't spoken to Kathryn since their almost kiss.
Well she had, but not really. Any interactions between them were on set or on camera. They’d done a few re-shoots but the words they exchanged were limited to those in the script or quick pleasantries between takes.
It felt off. She missed how they would rile each other up before a scene. She missed the easy flow of their conversations and the playful innuendos. She missed the reassuring touches and hugs…
But Aubrey would not be the one to reach out. No way. She had caused enough damage when she sent that poem. That stupid fucking poem.
What the fuck was I thinking?
No. She would respect the boundaries Kathryn had clearly set. She could be professional. It was a job at the end of the day and she could disconnect her own feelings from those of her character easily. Because that's what this was. It was Rio's feelings for Agatha bleeding into her own mind. The lines were becoming too blurry, so she just had to redraw them.
Aubrey made her way to the campsite on The Road where the coven would be sleeping before the Salem Seven make their appearance.
She approached her mark with the rest of the coven members. Everyone was excited to film the chase scene. The growing buzz lifted Aubrey’s mood and she was actually looking forward to shooting. She loosened up even, throwing a few practice ‘rawrs’ at Patti who jumped playfully. “You're such a psycho,” the Broadway star cackled.
Aubrey was having fun. As they took their places, she felt herself sink into the green witch, ready to wreak havoc, ready to cause some damage, unaffected by everything happening around her.
“ACTION!”
The divination witch jolted up from her slumber.
“They're coming. We have to go,” she said urgently.
The rest of the witches got up and asked her what she was on about.
Rio urged her on with a hint of amusement in her tone. “Go on Lilia, tell them.”
The eldest witch went on to describe the Salem Seven, how Agatha had killed their mothers.
“By stealing their power,” the potions witch chimed in.
“Because her own mother tried to have her executed!” Aubrey snapped, delivering the line pointedly.
Okay, so maybe she wasn't totally unaffected.
Aubrey focused, getting back to what was supposed to be a passive Rio, hell bent on annoying Agatha to no end. And it had worked, until she heard the sound of footsteps running toward the group.
Her first mistake was turning toward the sound.
A breathtaking Kathryn was speeding toward them, her long hair bouncing with each step, as it draped messily over her shoulders.
She had the audacity to look absolutely gorgeous mid-sprint. The brunette came to a halt and grabbed her coat that had been draped over a rock.
“The moral of the story, kids, is: always finish what you started” she heaved.
And then, as if her beauty wasn't bad enough, Kathryn flawlessly tossed her coat behind her as she put her arms through the sleeves. Aubrey was mesmerized by the fabric flying through the air.
“Also, mercy is overrated” the purple witch continued. Brown eyes were transfixed on long brown locks being tossed out of the collar of the jacket.
“Alright everybody, pack up your shit! Let’s go,” she growled. Aubrey felt the command in her bones. It was intense and hilarious. How dare she deliver the line so perfectly. Aubrey’s heart fluttered with admiration.
“CUT!”
She couldn't suppress the huge smile that adorned her face long after “cut” was called. Before she realized she was staring, Kathryn's gaze caught hers. It was only a short moment but the brunette looked surprised when she saw the warm expression on the younger woman’s face. The older woman walked off set without a word.
Aubrey quickly turned to her other castmates, scolding herself for having stared for too long.
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It was easy enough to avoid Aubrey. Not that Kathryn was trying to avoid her, obviously. It just happened that she wouldn't hang around for very long after their re-shoots, and also didn't show up too early to film them.
It was a necessary distance. She had sunk too far into her role and she felt like she was losing herself too easily.
Their almost kiss was a wake-up call. Despite Kathryn having done the responsible thing in her blurred state and asked for the kiss to be removed from the scene, she still found herself leaning into her co-star and nearly crossed the line anyway.
This was a job. A job that she was spearheading as the lead. She, out of everyone, needed to stay grounded. Playing Agatha had been too much fun, she needed to get her head back on straight.
It just so happened that every time she saw a particular set of honey brown eyes her pulse began to race a bit. And she found herself having to fight every instinctual reaction around her co-star. Her gaze honed in on the younger woman whenever she walked into a shared space. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up whenever they brushed past each other. And most recently, the smell of the younger woman's perfume seemed to linger long after they parted ways.
Clearly, her body was sending her warning signs because she was scared of losing her friend. They just needed to finish filming so that they could put away these characters for good and go back to how things were before.
At least she hoped they would…
As if on cue, the source of her internal predicament walked on set. Kathryn made a pointed effort to try not to notice as her body already began its train of reactionary warnings.
“Hey witches,” Aubrey said cheerfully. “Who's ready for a ride?”
The coven chuckled at the remark. Kathryn pretended not to hear as she cleared her throat.
Group scenes were easier. Her attention could simply be diverted to her other castmates who were always very talkative and open.
Soon enough they took their places.
“ACTION!”
The coven was in a panic, trying to get away from the Salem Seven but realizing they were surrounded.
The adolescent boy chimed in, “What about hexenbesen?”
After a bit of resistance but no better option being presented, Agatha grabbed a long branch with some greenery at the end. She spruced it up a bit to make it more presentable.
She turned toward her ex who was already looking at her over her shoulder knowingly, holding her own branch.
God damn that smirk.
The two witches approached each other and began moving in a circle.
“Pro te, dilecta, aperio viam,” they chanted in unison.
Despite the fact that Kathryn was forced to stare directly into the brown eyes that had been haunting her, she recited the speIl flawlessly. Everything was going smoothly, perhaps the distance had worked.
However, her confidence was quickly shattered during the next part of the ritual.
“It's about selflessness Teen,” she recited, handing her broom off to Aubrey. An act that should have been easy enough, until she felt warm fingers gently placed over her own. Kathryn felt a jolt of panic rip through her and pulled her hand away.
She attempted to cover up her sudden movement with a dramatic hair toss, ignoring the low chuckle she heard coming from behind her.
“We fly together, or not at all,” she continued.
She took a moment to re-center herself as the other coven members performed the same ritual. She fiddled with her broomstick absentmindedly.
The teenager got attacked by one of the Salem Seven and was promptly saved by the protection witch before completing it himself.
“Alright let's go! Let's go!” Kathryn ordered.
The actual flying would take place in front of a green screen but they each began to run with their broomsticks, emulating taking off.
She stopped running and turned back to see the rest of them make their way to the final mark. Her eyes fell on the green witch who was the last to approach. Aubrey held the broom as if she were riding it side-saddle and let out a deranged “Woooooooo” as she galloped out of frame.
“CUT!”
Kathryn couldn't hold back the roaring laugh that escaped her throat. She held her stomach as she doubled over with the force of it.
The brunette tried to stand up straight, her cheeks beginning to hurt from how hard she was smiling. Her head slowly lifted and she was met with Aubrey's own wide smile.
She felt a familiar warmth and let her guard down.“You're fucking crazy,” she giggled.
Aubrey, still smiling, just shrugged her shoulders in response. Kathryn should have been grateful that there was no suggestive comment that came back at her, but instead she felt disappointed.
She straightened up, and turned around preparing to make her way off The Road when she felt a light hand on her shoulder.
A small voice barely above a whisper asked, “Are you excited to fly?”
The older woman turned to face her co-star who looked… shy? It was strange seeing the usually confident woman so visibly timid. Kathryn could feel her pulse quicken again.
“I really am,” she murmured. “I'm sure you are too, this is the witchy stuff you were made for.”
There was a glint in the younger actress’ eye at the question. “Oh you don't even know. I've been dreaming about this from the second I signed on,” genuine excitement in her tone.
Kathryn laughed again, “I'm sure you have. I mean you took this role because you wanted to play a witch, right?”
At that, Aubrey suddenly looked nervous again and Kathryn's eyes widened and she held her breath feeling the sudden shift in the air between them.
Aubrey's mouth opened to answer. “A-actually I…”
“We need you two in the green room, please” she was cut off by one of the PAs.
The younger woman sighed and then quickly turned on her heels and started walking. “Shall we?” she called over her shoulder.
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The green room was set up with a large circular rig as well as wires that would pull the cast’s brooms through the air.
All the coven members had gathered to watch each other be tossed around on the rig. The joyful energy was palpable as each actor took their turn, fan blowing wind through their hair, being flipped upside down.
They cheered one another on from the sidelines.
When it was Aubrey's turn, Kathryn couldn't help but smile at the amount of fun she was having. When the younger actress released a maniacal cackle as she soared through the air, the entire room burst into laughter and applause.
She was meant to play this part.
Kathryn was up last. Feeling a bit of pressure, she got through her shots on the circular rig without any issues. She had felt her stomach tighten with adrenaline as she flipped upside down but didn't break.
But the excitement really hit her when she was harnessed onto her broomstick. As she was flung through the air she started squealing wildly. She was overtaken by pure bliss at that moment. She heard her fellow castmates giggling on the sidelines and it brought her back to reality. She locked in and the next take was perfect.
This was what she was good at. Getting the job done.
“Alright, time to shoot Agatha and Rio flying together,” the director called out.
Fuck.
The two women were safely attached to their broomsticks in front of the fans, now blowing more gently.
“ACTION!”
Agatha sat up straighter as she flew through the air. It was a familiar feeling that she hadn’t experienced in a long time, but it was as enjoyable as she remembered.
She allowed the moment to sink in, head falling back, eyes closing and she inhaled the cool breeze.
Slowly she awoke from her trance, turning her head toward the witch flying beside her.
Aubrey slowly lifted herself up on the broomstick, back curving slightly as she did. Kathryn noticed every stretch of her muscles as the younger woman's posture shifted, the curve of her chest coming forward. The purple witch's eyes slowly trailed up to her ex-lover's face.
Confronted with her stunning side profile, Kathryn absorbed every detail: The sultry doe-eyes framed with glittery green eyeshadow, the perfect button nose, lush lips painted dark red, and the incredibly sharp jawline. Each feature was more striking than the next and the older woman found herself staring. She only realized it when Aubrey finally turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow curiously.
Shit. How long was I…
Kathryn shook her head in an attempt to get back on track. Her cheeks were warm, her lips had parted unintentionally. She glanced at the green witch, whose mouth was curled into a soft smile now. With that, she made a pointed effort to look straight ahead for the rest of the shot.
“CUT!”
The stunt team came over to start detaching the actresses from the safety of their harnesses. Being physically attached in place was the only thing stopping Kathryn from sprinting to her dressing room. Unfortunately, her plan for a quick getaway was thwarted as her co-star was being detached first.
Kathryn looked down at her hands. They were absolutely white-knuckling her broomstick.
“Your hair looked amazing.” The words knocked Kathryn out of her attempted dissociation and she questioned whether she was imagining things.
“...Huh?” was all the brunette could muster in her stupor. She dared to make eye contact with the woman beside her and she immediately regretted it.
Aubrey had her hands in the air to allow the stunt team access to the straps around her waist. Her head was tilted as she looked directly at Kathryn with a painfully earnest smile. “With the fans and all. It was perfect, you really looked like you were flying.” The younger woman’s eyes dropped, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I could imagine the moon behind you and everything.” The last part came out just above a whisper.
There was no teasing, no innuendo. Each word being shared as well as the delivery felt so sincere. Kathryn didn’t expect honesty, it was the last thing she had prepared for.
Her mind was blank, no words formed. All she could do was gawk at raven hair falling in front of the amber eyes. Without her permission, her hand began to reach forward to move the hair aside.
The younger woman flinched. “S-sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow,” now fully detached, she ungracefully jumped off the elevated platform they were on and left.
Kathryn’s hand was still frozen in mid-air.
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Aubrey was the first one to leave the lot that day. When she arrived at her hotel she made a beeline for her room. The door locked behind her she didn’t even bother to turn on the light before diving onto her bed facedown.
She groaned into her bedsheets as the feeling of embarrassment continued to flood her senses.
Why can’t I just be fucking cool for two goddamn minutes.
She cursed her inability to stay quiet and not speak her mind. There were some thoughts she should keep to herself. But whenever she was close to a certain person, the truth just seemed to slip out.
It was late. She was tired. Yet, sleep would not take over. The universe spared her no mercy. She knew one thing that might work but she also knew it would only exacerbate the problem she’d be facing the next day.
Aubrey hadn’t listened to the playlist she made since the almost kiss. Prior to that moment, those songs had been the sounds that she had used to lull herself to sleep each night.
She'd resisted, but after her stupid slip up she needed to calm down. Aubrey knew the warmth that those songs would arouse from her, the comfort they brought.
Fuck it.
Aubrey put on her headphones to play the familiar tracks. However, she noticed a song that hadn’t been there the last time she opened it up. There were now 7 songs instead of 6.
Get Out - Frightened Rabbit
She didn’t recognize it. And then, a familiar anxiety began to creep up. The only other person who had access to the playlist was Kathryn.
She should just close the app, take a melatonin, and try to force herself to sleep. However, curiosity got the better of her and she tapped the song.
♫ I'm in the arch of the church
Between her thumb and her forefinger
I'm a worshipper ♫
Hmm…
♫ A zealot king, cursed, a devotee
Of the heady golden dance she does
She's an uncut drug ♫
Oh…
Listening to the song had made her the exact opposite of calm. Her mind flooded with questions: When had Kathryn added this? Did she do it by accident? Was it after their scene?
Aubrey cut off those thoughts, not wanting to go down that road. But still, as the music washed over her, she couldn’t help the corner of her mouth lifting slightly. Her eyelids grew heavy with a familiar comfort, because at some point, the lyrics must have made Kathryn think of her. Think of them. And she could overanalyze what that meant tomorrow, but for now, her dreams would be painted in a crystal blue color that was becoming her favorite shade.
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The next morning was off to an amazing start. Not only had Aubrey had the best sleep of her life, for no reason in particular, but the next episode had an 80s theme and she was loving her costume.
It was the most comfortable she’d been so far in the series. Rio’s wardrobe had been more sexy and mysterious thus far, in other words: Tight as hell.
While the sexy part was definitely still present based on the length of her baseball shorts, they were loose. Her matching white t-shirt was something she would actually wear and the high white socks spoke to her sporty side. Moreover, her hair was simply held back in a braid and her makeup was especially muted compared to the bold, dark colors she was used to at this point.
She felt at ease in the outfit. Aubrey was informed she’d be taking some promotional pictures before filming started so she was one of the first to see the set design. She entered what looked like a cross between an old-school basement and a tree house. The walls were adorned with fairy lights. A collection of cassette tapes and board games sat next to an old TV-set with its antennas sticking up.
It was so kitschy and she absolutely loved it. The lazy boy in the corner of the room called to her and she took a seat as the photographer began snapping pictures. Aubrey lounged away, grabbing the walkman that was lying around and casually flipping through a book she grabbed off a shelf. Rio was aloof, she’d be messing around, being a tourist.
“That’s perfect” the photographer encouraged, snapping the last few shots.
Relieved that it had gone smoothly, Aubrey stretched out on the chair, allowing herself to sink into it further. She had missed feeling so at ease on set.
The other coven members began to file in. She stood up, admiring their costumes. Everyone giggled at each other’s color patterns and choice footwear.
The last member entered and Aubrey’s sense of ease was quickly shaken. Did she do something to personally wrong Daniel? It was the only explanation for the image that came into view.
Kathryn was fucking adorable. Her long purple jersey landed just above the knee, making it unclear what she had on underneath. The cute yellow-striped socks landed just below her toned calves. And her hair. It was devious. The thick choppy fringe would have been bad enough. But her long locks had been crimped and put up into a nefarious side ponytail. She was perfect.
It took every ounce of restraint she had for Aubrey not to whimper at the woman as she approached the group. With a wide smile she addressed everyone, “I see we’re all sleepover ready. Who wants to paint my nails?” Kathryn wiggled her long fingers in the air and the group's giggles grew louder.
Me, please.
Aubrey caught her lower lip between her teeth at the thought. She had tried to stay neutral, keep the space between her and Kathryn but it wasn’t fun. Perhaps emboldened by how comfortable she felt in her costume or with the knowledge of what had been added to their shared playlist, she decided she wasn’t going to hold back. She was tired of the avoidance.
So she went for it. Kathryn had broken off from the group to look around at the details sprinkled throughout the room.
“So, what’s under the jersey?” Aubrey asked as if it was a totally innocent question. All or nothing was her plan, apparently.
Shocked blue eyes finally turned to look at her head-on. Aubrey’s breath hitched and she wanted to take back her words. Until, those same eyes scanned her up and down, the shock transforming into something else. A devilish grin formed on the other woman’s face.
“Hmmm, is that your truth or dare question?” the older woman purred.
Aubrey gulped. It seemed she would be taking the ‘all’ option of her plan. But before she could answer, purple fabric began to rise and she was rendered completely speechless. Painfully slowly, the pale flesh below the jersey was revealed.
What she thought was a vivid hallucination was cut off when she saw a pair of white short shorts. She took her first breath in what felt like an eternity.
“Looks like we match,” Kathryn cooed as if she wasn’t making her co-star short-circuit in front of her. The younger woman could only blink, the emotional whiplash was not the reaction she had expected.
Kathryn chuckled, dropping the fabric and smoothing it over with her hands before walking back to the rest of the group, leaving Aubrey standing there stunned.
She’s trying to kill me.
Aubrey let out a large sigh, shaking her head in disbelief before following Kathryn’s lead. It was time to lock in. If this was how they were going to play, it was game on.
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“ACTION”
The pajama-clad coven wandered around the room looking for clues when the Ouija board flew off the shelf. The teen read the instructions and the witches begrudgingly agreed to participate.
Rio grazed Agatha's shoulder as she made her way to the table, lifting her eyebrows in challenge at her as she passed.
When Agatha finally conceded, there was only one seat left around the game, conveniently right next to the green witch. She gave her ex a sharp glare before finally sitting down.
The purple witch cleared her throat before gesturing to the group to place their hands on the planchette in the center.
“Mother, maiden, crone. Spirits, be known,” Agatha announced.
As the coven leader made the planchette move to spell out “Mrs.Hart,” she spun her head so her ponytail would windmill through the air. Putting on her best mid-western widow accent, she smiled eerily as she pretended to be possessed by the deceased gardener.
Aubrey had to try so hard not to laugh. Kathryn was eating up her impression and the psychotic high pitched giggles she was letting droll out had Aubrey on the verge of breaking.
“She’s Agatha” the potions witch stated dryly.
Looking straight into her co-star's eyes, “she’s just scared,” Aubrey said, tilting her head expectantly.
The illusion faded, as did the fake smile on Kathryn’s face. The raven-haired woman tapped the seat cushion next to her. When she sunk down to sit, their legs grazed and Kathryn felt a small chill shoot through her body.
She inhaled sharply before lifting her head up at the coven. “Well, let’s get to it. Right?”
The real spirit took control of the planchette this time, informing the group that they needed to punish Agatha to get past the trial before the purple witch abruptly tore her hands from the gameboard, backing out of her seat.
Wind began to storm through the room as howling sounds blasted around them. Agatha was covering her ears, sitting on the floor. The coven screamed in terror. The screeches only came to a halt when the potions witch spat out the spirit’s desire: “PUNISH AGATHA!”
Kathryn was surrounded, each witch around her brainstorming different punishment techniques that could satisfy the trial. Then it was Rio’s turn.
Kathryn’s eyes honed in on the green witch, who was leisurely leaning against a wall, fiddling with her comb/dagger.
Aubrey pushed herself off the wall, smiling maniacally at each new form of torture suggested. She advanced, toward the coven circling their target, dewy azure eyes traced her every step. As Aubrey stepped forward, she towered over the older woman.
“Or we could just slit her throat,” Lady Death suggested casually.
Kathryn’s breath hitched when she saw blown out, brown eyes looking down at her. They looked feral. The chill she initially felt evolved to a roaring heat.
She huffed through the feeling. “And people ask me why I don’t have female friends.”
“PAUSE! We'll reset in 20!”
The crew began getting ready for the next setup after a possessed Agatha attacks the coven. Kathryn would get made-up in her full Grudge look later to shoot her possession scenes.
Before she could push herself up from the ground, a hand appeared in front of her face. She didn't even need to look up to know who the perfectly manicured nails belonged to. She grabbed Aubrey's hand, it was warm and she felt the slightest shakiness when they touched. She looked up and saw the younger woman's face was absolutely flushed. Suddenly, in one swoop Aubrey yanked her off the ground onto her feet.
“Damn Plaza, clearly you should be the one wearing the jersey,” Kathryn joked as she tried to recover from the rapid change in position.
When she got her footing back she looked down to realize that their hands were still interlaced. Aubrey was looking at them as well, almost in a daze. Kathryn couldn't help but run her thumb over the other woman’s knuckles, feeling the same shakiness she felt when they first touched.
Suddenly, Aubrey registered the comment and pulled her hand away, running it along the back of her neck in embarrassment.
“Yeah, well you should see me on the basketball court,” she laughed half-heartedly.
Kathryn looked at her still pink cheeks and just smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered. She then removed the scrunchy from her hair, allowing it to fall over her shoulders before making her way to her hairstylist. Aubrey swore the world moved in slow-motion for a moment.
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After the room had been dressed with calculated, post-possession chaos, all the actors were given their new marks.
Kathryn was positioned at the top of the staircase, hidden away until her cue to come back out. Aubrey watched as the older woman climbed up to the balcony, flinching when she saw a flash of white beneath purple. She tore her eyes away, flustered.
“ACTION!”
“Agatha?” The green witch called out. “Alright, where is she?” she growled, the sense of urgency in her voice rising.
“Where is she?! AGATHA!” she shouted, sounding panicked.
Then, the ghost of Evanora Harkness revealed itself to the coven. “That” Rio pointed, “is a ghost. I hate ghosts.”
While Evanora announced herself and her intentions, Agatha peeked out from the top of the staircase.
“God, stop embarrassing me in front of my friends, mom” she sarcastically droned.
With a sinister smirk Evanora instructed the coven: “Leave her, with me.”
“No. No way!” Aubrey snarled at the phantom.
“A minute ago you were ready to slit her throat!” the potions witch accused.
“Yeah well her mother can't have her!” the green witch barked back, choosing to ignore the protective fire that burned brighter in her belly with each line.
Kathryn appeared taken aback by Aubrey's delivery but pressed on, slowly descending the staircase.
With tears welling up in her eyes, the purple witch asked the ghost of her mother. “Why do you hate me still?”
Without hesitation, Evanora replied.“You were born evil. I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body.”
With that, the tears became full blown. Aubrey watched her co-star swallow dryly. She had to turn away to prevent herself from tearing up as well. She knew the green witch was hurting for her love but she couldn't show it. Not yet. But Aubrey’s chest squeezed tight at the sight of Kathryn in such despair.
“Please! Don't leave me with her. I can be good,” Agatha pleaded desperately, reaching out to her coven.
“CUT!”
Aubrey felt overwhelmed. Emotions ran higher than expected and her channeled anger paired with the heart-wrenching sorrow Kathryn had portrayed weighed heavily on her.
She knew that if she was feeling this way, Kathryn could have been feeling exponentially worse. The older woman descended from the stairwell and Aubrey decided to check in on her, pushing her own turmoil aside.
“Hey,” she murmured, forcing a smile. “How are you feeling? That was an intense scene.”
“You're taking it a bit far don't you think?” Kathryn spat, crossing her arms in front of her.
Aubrey recoiled instinctively. “What do you mean?” she asked, as she was hit with a familiar sense of whiplash.
“Rio doesn't care that much. The yelling and screaming, all that, aren't you supposed to be passive? Just here for fun.”
Aubrey was taken aback by the comment and while she knew it was directed at her character, she couldn't help but feel it cut a little deeper.
“Are you serious? Of course she fucking cares!” Aubrey's tone was getting heated again, but she couldn't help it. “Why would she go through all this trouble if she didn't care?”
♫ Get out of my heart. She won't, she won't ♫
Kathryn's eyebrows were knitted together, and her voice matched her co-star's. “Come on, she's just fucking with Agatha. She wants to see how far she can push her.”
Aubrey scoffed. “Oh that's rich coming from you.” The reply slipped\ out before she could filter herself.
Kathryn's expression softened slightly. “Excuse me?” she rasped.
Aubrey's gaze dropped to the floor. “N-nevermind. Forget I said that…” A charged silence fell between them.
Before either woman could dare to speak another word, an angry flash of yellow darted across the set until it reached them. Patti firmly grabbed the two women by the shoulder forcing their attention on her. She had heard them bicker and she looked pissed.
“Listen kids,” the legend said firmly, “you gotta be good to each other. The work we do ain't easy but we have to be there for each other, especially when it gets hard.”
After her lecture, she pulled them both into a hug. Aubrey stiffened in surprise at the gesture. Then she felt another hand join Patti’s on her back, resting on her waist.
Aubrey's eyes turned to look at Kathryn who was already looking at her. The brunette gave her a soft smile and Aubrey's heart fluttered. She felt like such an idiot. She wrapped her arm around Kathryn and tugged her closer, hoping the other woman could feel how sorry she was.
“Alright, now no more nonsense you two!” the oldest of the three said with her usual grandeur, leaving Aubrey and Kathryn still embracing.
“I… I'm sorry” Kathryn murmured into the crook of Aubrey's neck.
Aubrey took a deep breath, the pressure that had been weighing on her lifted. She pulled away to look into the older woman's sparkling blue eyes.
“It's OK, I'm sorry too” she smiled.
♫ Get out of my heart. She won't, she won't
I saw a glimmer in the dark
And now I know
She won't get out of my heart
She won't ♫