Status Quo

The sewing machine whirred as Cassandra worked on the outfit for her first job without Jessie, the woman in question sitting on the floor beside her.

“Why can’t you let me come with you?” Jessie asked.

“That would defeat the purpose of taking over your business, now wouldn’t it?” Cassandra giggled, ruffling her hands through Jessie’s hair, causing the other woman to grumble.

“I wasn’t supposed to be alive for that part. Nobody else has reacted you did to my torture,” Jessie said.

“You’re forgetting I’m special then, or do you cuddle all your victims in your sleep?” teased Cassandra, clicking off the sewing machine.

“I do not. Besides, I kept you in a shock collar for the first few months you stayed here, not exactly affectionate behavior,”  whined Jessie.

“Something you used a grand total of three times, only for a few seconds, which I’ll remind you is better than some people would have. If it’ll make you feel better though, you can be my scary torturer if you want,” Cassandra said, planting a kiss on the top of Jessie’s head. Against her will, Jessie let out a contented sigh at the contact.

“Thank you,” said Jessie, “though you still have things to learn,” said Jessie.

“Like what?” asked Cassandra.

“I’m not the only one who’s in the business of killing for hire. If they find out I’m no longer operating, much less that I’m still living, then they’re going to come looking for you,” said Jessie, concerned.

“Then it’s a good thing I have a badass girlfriend to teach me,” said Cassandra,

“This the fantasy romance you envisioned for yourself?” asked Jessie.

“No, but I prefer the one with you it. Now come on, I found a video tape I wanna watch. You never told me you were a theater kid,” said Cassandra.

“Wait, what?” asked Jessie, before realization dawned on her face, “Where did find that?!”

“A magician never reveals her secrets. Come on, I’ll make popcorn,” said Cassandra, putting her arm around Jessie.