given half the chance
Wendy/Lucy, Echo. For femslash100.
“So, this is awkward, right?”
Wendy shrugs. “It could be. It doesn’t have to be.” She dips the tip of her finger into her drink, sucks the liquid off. “Did Tom talk to you about me?”
Lucy answers quickly. “No. I mean. Well, a little. But nothing weird or bad or anything. I was a rebound. It’s only natural that it was a little bit about you.”
“I always sort of wished that I loved Tom. I mean, he’s a great guy, right?” The question seems rhetorical, but Wendy’s waiting for Lucy to answer.
Lucy begins a nod, but changes her mind halfway through. She takes the glass from Wendy’s delicate hands, slides it across the table between them, and leans in to taste the whiskey on Wendy’s lips. “I always wondered what he saw in you,” she says, suddenly knowing.
