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Amelie Lacroix sat lounging on the living room sofa, book in one hand and glass of blood red wine in the other. An image of elegance, what with the almost sheer chemise she was wearing. Light music filled the air, a beautiful mix of piano and violin. It was nice having the apartment to herself, not saying her partner was a pain to be around, but the lack of noise was appreciated when she could get it.
That all stopped when the front door burst open and the short brunette darted into the apartment. Amelie’s eyes closed before slowly opening with a deep sigh, turning her head languidly towards the girl. A brow lifting in discontempt as Lena kicked off her shoes, holding onto her coat a little tight. Now it had gotten cold, being December and all, but to Amelie it wasn't that cold especially inside.
Lena quickly walked into the living room, coat still on and trying to brush past the woman on the couch. Amelie sat up, putting her glass down and closing the book she was reading. Eyes narrowing on the smaller girl as she spoke out.
“What, no kiss? How unlike you.”
The Brit stopped in her tracks, chewing on her lip before skipping back to the older woman and leaning down to give the top of her head a quick peck. Smiling awkwardly as she tried to keep a firm hold on her jacket front, nodding lightly. Her nose was bright red from the cold and she seemed to have almost ran the entire way back to the house.
“Sorry love, just not thinking straight today.”
Amelie looked at the girl curiously, causing Lena to shift awkwardly under her gaze. She fumbled with her jacket before turning as quick as she could.
“Welp gonna go to the room, see yah love!”
Before she could get away Amelie reached forward and took a hold of the back of her jacket, tugging on it firmly so that she couldn’t get loose. Lena struggled against the grip and tried to free herself. Amelie just held fast, there was something weird going on with the girl and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
“You’re still wearing your-”
A muffled yip cut off her sentence. Amelie’s brows shot up and Lena slowly turned her head back towards the woman, a sheepish grin on her face. Just as she turned a small head popped out from the jacket, just under Lena’s chin. It was a corgi, a very small corgi.
“Un chiot?!”
Amelie almost sprang to her feet with her hand still gripping the Brit’s jacket firmly, her grip almost turning her knuckles pale. Lena wiggled a little and unzipped her coat, still holding onto the puppy. That sheepish smile stayed on her face as she began to speak, the corgi looking up at the purple woman.
“Okay so, look luv. I didn’t.. Well I did. But I didn’t really, mean to buy the dog? It just happened.”
The Frenchwoman was dumbfounded as she stared at the two, looking from Lena to the dog and then back again. Both the girl and the dog looked almost alike, both had an eager look to them. Her grip on Lena’s jacket went slack and she brought her hand up to the bridge of her nose, squeezing it as her eyes closed and she let out a deep sigh.
“Why… why..?”
Lena reached into her pocket as best as she could while keeping the dog still and grabbed a red bow. Slowly placing it on the top of the dog’s head before looking up at Amelie with a tiny smile and holding it out towards her.
“Merry Christmas?”
Amelie looked down at the dog in bewilderment, the puppy just responded with an excited yip and wiggled in an attempt to wag its stumpy tail. Her hands slowly reached out and took the animal from Lena, holding it and looking it in the eyes. It yipped again and licked at her nose, causing the Brit to laugh at the slightly shocked reaction the woman gave. Lena climbed over the couch and reached out, patting the dog’s head.
She seemed so adamant about this creature, the little thing staring up at the taller woman with bright eyes. Never in her life did she think she would own a dog, they were dirty and loud and too energetic. Her eyes slowly slid back up to the brunette who started to bounce from side to side in anticipation, another small sigh. A small smile broke out on her face, pulling the dog close to her and scratching between the pup’s ears.
Lena jumped up in excitement, pumping her fist into the air. She wrapped her arms tight around both Amelie and the pup, squeezing them as best as she could. After a few moments she loosened her grip so that the small dog wouldn’t get squished.
“I knew you would like her! Okay, so we gotta think of a name. I was thinking Chips.”
Amelie rolled her eyes so hard that Lena thought they would fall from her skull.
“We are not naming our dog after a food.”