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Congratulatory Coffee || Puck + Evie

WHO: Naomi Puckerman & Evie Miller

WHERE: Puck’s station.

WHEN: During November, whenever Evie implied she was jealous of Alex. (This took a bit, and took me even longer to post).

WHAT: To assuage her guilt over how she handled her feelings regarding a potential Puck/Alex situation, Evie brings Puck a surprise coffee -- but what she finds is that Puck’s been keeping a secret.

EVIE

It’s a friendly offering, she thinks. Coffee, at work, during what Evie can only assume is a busy day. Friendly, yes. Most definitely not an attempt to ease her own guilt for allowing her inner green-eyed monster loose. And even if it was, she’s pretty sure the whole display went over all involved parties’ heads so... she’s basically free and clear. She doesn’t need to be here.

But she wants to be. And so she is. It’s as simple and complicated as that.

Or maybe, it’s actually more on the complicated side she quickly discovers. You see, her plan is to leave the coffee at the front desk with a little note for Officer Puckerman -- but there is no Officer Puckerman at the NYPD, anymore. Because now she goes by detective. And well, that changes everything. Detectives deserve to have their coffees hand delivered, don’t they?

So, she gets directions from the lady at the front desk, and before she can second guess herself she’s knocking on Puck’s open office door.

“Detective Puckerman,” she says, reading the plaque aloud. “Has a nice ring to it.”

PUCK

She still can’t really believe she made it. Every day she puts on regular clothes (well, not regular for her) instead of her uniform and it still feels like she’s gonna be yelled at when she gets to work because it was all somehow a dream. But no, she really is a detective now. No more shitty shifts. No more patrolling. And even if she’s having to bust her ass to prove giving her the promotion wasn’t a mistake, she’s never loved her job more. Maybe it’s because this is the first time in her life she’s set a goal for herself and made it. She’s always been an entry level kinda girl. Barely graduated high school. Started college but didn’t even come close to the GPA requirements to make pilot, so she just dropped out. Made it to Staff Sergeant, which sounded more impressive to her Ma than it actually was. And it took her five years to make a promotion they told her takes the average veteran less than three.

But she made it.

So she still gets some kinda butterfly situation going on when she hears her new rank, like she does right now, but this time it comes with a genuine smile, too, cause she has a surprise visit.

“Miller.” She hasn’t really told anyone about the promotion. She feels weird talking about work shit with her civilian friends. They’re in college, or doing the professional artist thing, or having their own business. Just like her Ma with her Air Force promotions, they’ll think shit is more impressive than it actually is, or they’ll think it’s nothing when she’s been busting her ass, or... whatever. She’s pretty sure more than half of the population of Manhattan has seen her naked, but she’s hermetic about some other shit. She figures it balances out.

“Glad you like it.” She stands up, motioning for her to come in. “What’s up? I hope you’re here to see me and not... detective me, I guess.”

EVIE

Evie follows the directive, stepping out of the doorway and into the actual office -- which is bigger than she expected it to be. Not that she really had expectations. But it’s nice, at any rate. Of their little group, she’s pretty sure Puck’s the most deserving of a nice sized office. Totally not bias. She just figures, she’s probably the one who’s worked the hardest to get it.

Smirking, she says, “So then I suppose you’re not interested in taking on the case of the orphaned coffee?” She sighs dramatically as she gives the takeaway cup a feigned sympathetic look. “Shame that. I was sure Detective Puckerman could find you a good home.

Is being weird again? Most likely. It seems to be her default with Puck. She can’t stop herself, it’s a problem. But Puck’s yet to tell her to get lost, so she figures she must not mind much.

PUCK

There’s this thing about Evie, if you ask Puck. She’s not funny. Not haha funny. But she’s cute funny. Puck chuckles at the orphaned coffee even if the joke is all shades of lame, because... that’s the thing about Evie, you know? Puck feels like she can tell why Evie thinks orphaned coffee is funny, and that makes the joke funny too. Somehow. It’s weird. She’s a detective, not a fucking... shrink, or whoever studies why people’s heads work the way they do.

“I mean.” She takes a few steps towards Evie, just enough to be able to reach for the coffee and look inside the cup. Black coffee. No sugar, she hopes. Nice. “Who could say no to the perfect cup of coffee, right?” She wants to make sure Evie knows she got her coffee order just right. Which is kind of impressive, because Puck doesn’t think she knows how anyone at ACup takes her coffee, except for, like, Fiona. “Especially when it’s hand-delivered by someone this hot.”

Puck winks as she takes the first sip. Evie is hot, she’s not kidding. She’s also not being pushy, she hopes, because she tries not to cross lines with girls who’ve already said sex isn’t what they’re after. But Evie’s hot, and she deserves to know. “So I get a surprise visit and a free cup of coffee.” She takes another sip, looking thoughtful and detective-y. She thinks. “Am I dying or something?”

EVIE

Evie bows her head just so, cursing herself for being so uncool as she feels the warmth of a blush creeping up her neck. It’s the body’s natural response, she figures. When somebody you like compliments your outward appearance your body thanks them with splotches of pink on your face even if it is said in the most friendly of manners -- how attractive.

“Well,” she draws out the word, in a way that she hopes looks coy and not like she’s trying to come up with an answer better than ‘I felt a bit shit about acting childish and thought coffee would make up for it’. “Hadn’t seen you at the gym in a while.” Yes, good, that’s good. “Thought I’d swing by and make sure you haven’t given up your membership -- but now,” she lifts her hands up excitedly and gestures around the office, “It’s celebratory.”

She shakes her head, her expression a mixture of pride and confusion. “Why didn’t you tell anybody you’d been promoted.” It’s a bit of an assumption, she knows -- Evie’s hardly everyone, just because she’s the last to find out doesn’t mean Puck hasn’t been out tooting her own horn. But she’s a bit of a detective herself, you see. She knows things. Like how good news travels fast around Acupp. And she’s yet to see anyone swoon over Detective Puckerman.

“You know April would have thrown you a party.” A thoughtful pause. “It would have been inappropriate and featured one too many pairs of fuzzy handcuffs, but you like that sort of thing,” she teases, giving Puck a gentle nudge.

PUCK

Oh, Evie blushes pretty. Puck has a thing for that. For cute girls who blush and look like what Puck says affects them. That probably sounds douchier than she intended, but whatever. Normally, she fucks girls who are more than used to being complimented. They know they’re hot, they know Puck wants them, and while she’s sure they’re flattered, they’re hardly moved by someone telling them they’re pretty. Which she gets, don’t get her wrong. She’s hot as balls, she’s not gonna blush because of a compliment.

But some girls do. Evie does. And that’s just... nice. Yeah.

She could just stand there and smirk at that pretty blush and just enjoy the effect her compliment had on Evie, but she can’t, cause this is a conversation. And Evie’s asking her something. Why hasn’t she told anyone about the promotion?

Puck shrugs just so, taking a long sip of her coffee. “Didn’t come up.” Which is true. Nobody asked. She told this one girl the night she got her promotion. She picked her up at a bar and said ‘I’m a detective’ in a tone that made the girl think she was kidding, which was fine as far as Puck was concerned. She wasn’t gonna see her again, anyway. Which was probably why Puck chose her to share the news with anyway.

She chuckles at the imagery of April coming up with a detective-themed party. Fuzzy handcuffs and all. “She’d probably come up with some kind of... porn-themed version of a whodunnit game. Like Clue, but with a dildo instead of a candlestick.” Maybe she should tell her, just to get that as a reward. “You’re right though, I do enjoy a lil pink fuzz on my handcuffs.” She points at the ones hanging from her belt, “You think April would make me a fuzzy cover for these?”

EVIE

Here’s the thing -- Evie finds Puck to be charming. Annoyingly so. Frankly, her life would probably be much easier if she didn’t -- not really much she can do about that. But that doesn’t mean she’s immune to finding certain behaviours annoying. Like this for example. And so she rolls her eyes pointedly because she thinks it’s important Puck know she thinks she’s being silly. “You mean to tell me, not once did it occur to anybody to ask if you’d received a job promotion they didn’t know you were up for? Shocking.” Her tone was very obviously not shocked. That was silliness, and they both knew it.

But she’s not about to press the issue. Not when she’s genuinely so proud of her friend. It’s a big deal, she thinks. Sort of like getting tenure. And even if she’s trying to play cool, Puck looks pretty chuffed with herself which is sweet. She feels her cheeks warm for a whole other reason.

Besides, Puck’s already expertly moved on -- planning her own porn-themed whodunnit, best not press the issue.

“I’m sure she would if you asked nicely,” she says in reference to the fuzzy cuffs, reaching down to finger Puck’s own for good measure (and because honestly, she can’t help herself, she’s always been curious). “Were I handier I’d give it a go myself, but that really does seem more April’s area of expertise.” She’s pretty sure Puck doesn’t so much care what her expertise is, but whatever. “But, I do think you should have a party.” A pause and a wide smile. “I’m quite proud of you. I’m sure our friends will be too, once you tell them.”

PUCK

Puck ignores the pointed tone of Evie’s question. So she hasn’t told them on purpose, and Evie knows. Doesn’t mean they have to discuss it, right? Especially not now.

Because being Naomi Puckerman, there are a great many good things she’s more than used to hearing. How hot she is. How good in bed. How charming, how smooth, how hard to resist. Lately, even, how good she is at her job. But someone being proud of her? That’s a first. She doesn’t know if she’s ever made anyone proud, but even if she has, she’s certainly never heard it said out loud. But Evie is. Proud of her, out loud.

And that’s... something.

“Yeah?” She’s not flirting. She’s just kinda surprised. Kinda amazed, to be honest. Not enough to miss the way Evie’s touching her handcuffs, cause she’s still a red-blooded lesbian and she reacts to pretty girls coming close and touching her handcuffs. “I don’t really wanna make a big deal out of it.” Even though it kind of is the biggest deal of her career in the last five years. But that’s neither here nor there. “You smell good.” She smiles. Not like she's much of a hugger, so she's not usually this close to girls she's not fucking. “I mean that in the least creepy way possible. I know you said you don’t wanna bang. Just saying, you smell good. It’s nice.”

EVIE

“Yeah.” She nods -- of course, she’s proud, don’t be daft! But Puck’s not playing. There’s something serious about her tone, a vulnerability -- she’s not playing, she’s sincerely taken aback. And that makes something in Evie’s heart hurt. She’s an optimist, you see. By her estimation, nobody should ever have to wonder if they’ve made someone proud. Especially not Puck. And she’s got half a mind to tell her just but Puck’s moved on.

She’s all over the place. Evie’s not sure if she’s just trying to distract her or if Puck’s mind is just having a wander, but if that is her plan it’s working. Becuase apparently she doesn’t want to make a big deal and also Evie smells good.

Does she?

She resists the urge to sniff herself. She gets away with a lot being sciencey and sort of socially awkward, but there are some quirks a person can’t come back from. And she doesn’t want to stick Puck with that mental image, because --

“Now hang on a minute -- I never said I don’t want to bang,” she corrects (she totally didn’t, right?), the word bang coming out just barely above a whisper. She knows it’s impossible, but she still feels like her parents can hear her when she talks about sexy things, and that will not do. “I said I didn’t want to just bang you.” Or at least that’s what she’d meant to say. It’s like she said to Alex the other day. What she’d meant to say was she’d like to bang and also get to know her on a personal and emotional level, but what she’s quickly learning Puck heard was no thanks, not interested. She’d friendzoned her, on accident.

“To be clear,” because she thinks now she ought to be, even if that’s terrifying for a multitude of reasons, “I like your brain and your brawn.” That’s probably more direct, right?

PUCK

Puck just looks at Evie as she talks, the expression on her face going from neutral to downright delighted as she finally understands what’s going on. It’s not that Evie doesn’t wanna fuck. It’s just that she doesn’t want it to be just a fuck. And that’s awesome for two reasons: one, that she does want to fuck. And two, that Puck happens to love a good friend with benefits situation more than most things in life. You get sex, but also a buddy. What’s better than that?

“Mostly the brawn. I’ve seen you look at me at the gym, Elliptical Queen.” Puck winks, obviously kidding. Well, half kidding. Really only kidding about the nickname bit, cause she has actually seen Evie look at her so that part is true. And Evie is an intelligent woman so there’s no way she’s hot for Puck’s brain. But Puck gets what she’s saying. And she loves it.

“Seriously, though. We should go out. Or stay in.” Both options work just fine. “Let’s just... have our own celebration, instead of getting everyone else involved.” So they can fuck and hang out and she doesn’t need to talk to everyone about her job and her promotion. Win/win. “Yeah?”

EVIE

And she’s blushing again. She knows she’s not a smooth as she’d like to be, but there’s something about being caught blatantly staring at the person you fancy when they’re all sweaty from a workout that just… well, warms a person’s cheeks. She doesn’t make the rules. She’s just profoundly affected by them. But she figures if Puck’s teasing her about it, she must not mind – in fact, Evie sort of thinks she likes it so that’s not all bad, is it?

Not that it stops her cheeks from burning a shade just shy of tomato.

Ah well, can’t win ‘em all right? And seeing as how pleased Puck looks now that she’s clarified the situation – well, it sort of feels like she’s winning enough already, doesn’t it?

Evie bites her lip to stop from grinning too much – this situation right here has been on her mind (in her fantasies?) for some time now, but she still doesn’t want to come off as being too keen. She may never manage to come off as totally cool, but she can tiptoe around it.

“You sure?” Sure she doesn’t want a big to-do? Sure Evie’s really the one she wants to be celebrating with? It’s not self-deprecating, she’s just sure there are others in their friend group who could really appreciate the weight of this promotion. “Might be passing your only shot at a porn-themed whodunnit…”

PUCK

“Fuck, you blush pretty.” She’s thought it plenty of times before - during this conversation, even - but she never said it. Mostly because it’s the kind of thing you don’t tell girls who’ve already made it clear they don’t want you in that way. But now that she knows Evie does? Well. She can tell her now. She blushes fucking gorgeous. So gorgeous, in fact, that Puck glances at her office door to see if it’s closed, and she frowns just so when she sees it isn’t. Wasted opportunity for a first kiss. But making out with a girl in her office when it’s been less than a month since she was promoted may not be the smartest move, so the kiss will have to wait.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Now it’s her turn to look a bit incredulous, like Evie did earlier when Puck wondered out loud if she really was proud. Is she sure she wants to hang out with a friend who’s totally down to fuck? Yeah. Yeah, she’s pretty damn sure. “I wanna know if the blush stops at the neck or it’s a full body situation.” She smirks. Playful, but a little predatory, and a lot serious. Oh, she’s gonna make Evie blush. Hopefully. While naked. She wants to know what Evie’s blush tastes like, and what she tastes like when she blushes. She won’t say that out loud, cause - again - her office is prob not the place for dirty talk. But she hopes the look in her eye is letting Evie know exactly what she’s thinking of.

“I mean, let’s be honest. We just need to suggest it and we both know April will make it happen even if there’s no celebration to be had.” It’s not like April to pass up on an opportunity to mix games with pornography. “So what do you say?” She remembers what Evie said at her party, so... “You gonna introduce me to Date Evie tonight?”

EVIE

To be honest, Evie’s never found her blush to be in any way remarkable. Truthfully, she’s never thought much about her face full stop -- she’s not the sort who’s going to get ahead in life with her looks, and she’s perfectly okay with that. But when Puck says her blush is pretty -- forget what she says, it’s the way she says it that has Evie’s toes curling -- she finds herself thinking maybe she’s been mistaken this whole time. Perhaps her blush really is the most remarkable thing about her.

It’s unlikely - logically she knows that -- but it doesn’t stop it from feeling true.

She takes a deep breath. Puck’s dangerous. She hadn’t noticed it before -- what with the friendly nature of their relationship. But now, in the midst of their revelation, she’s realizing she might be out of her depth. But hey, if she’s going to drown, let it be in this sexual tension -- because frankly in all her 29 years it never occurred to her that the idea of further flirtation could be so exciting.

Turns out, when there’s chemistry the idea of a solo celebration is actually quite thrilling. Who knew?

“Okay,” she nods. Puck’s right. April will take any excuse to throw a party period, nevermind an inappropriate one. And besides, she can always suggest it for Puck’s birthday. Evie leans towards her just so, her voice low and her smile cheeky. “But I should warn you, once you’ve met Date Evie, you’ll never be the same.”

PUCK

Puck can tell Evie’s nervous. She can’t pinpoint the why, exactly - not like Puck’s some random girl picking her up at a bar, they’re friends - but she knows she is. But she’s saying okay, and she’s teasing her a bit, and that must mean things are fine, right?

“I mean, I’m a big fan of life-changing experiences. Especially if they involve a girl who blushes as pretty as you do.” She winks, and she would kiss her for effect, but again - open door. So she settles for just smiling at her instead, and reaching for her hand. She doesn’t really take it for the same reason she didn’t kiss Evie, but she does sort of grace it with her own. Just letting her know she’s thinking about it.

“I can come over later. Fiona’s having a rough time with girls so I try not to bring any home these days.” She shrugs. Not like Fiona’s told her to keep girls away or anything, but Puck can tell she’s not really in the mood for Puck’s lady visitors. Not even if they’re a friend, like Evie. “Nothing fancy, yeah?” She hopes that’ll ease some of Evie’s worries. “We’ll just hang out.” A beat, and then teasing. “Naked.” And her tone goes back to serious then. Flirty, yes. But serious. “You know you can change your mind, right? You look kinda nervous.”

EVIE

Puck barely touches her, but Evie swears she can feel it warm her whole arm. Talk about life-changing experiences. If this is the result of Puck grazing her, she wonders what she’ll feel when they’re really alone. Boy is It lucky Puck thinks her blush is so pretty because Evie’s quite certain she’s going to see a lot of it.

Fiona’s having girl troubles, and Evie frowns. She knows Fiona enough from her time spent at the elementary school to consider her a friend, she doesn’t much like the thought of her having a rough go, but she supposes that’s just life.

And oh goodness, is she looking nervous? She doesn’t want to be, she swears -- there’s just no manual on feelings. This isn’t her area of expertise. She wants to let her know she’s into this she’s just... wrapping her head around it. She came with a guilty conscience to deliver a coffee and now she’s leaving with a date. With the woman, she’s fancied for some time now. It’s a lot to digest.

“I’m good.” She shakes her head -- impulsively moving brush the tips of her fingers down the back of Puck’s hand. A reciprocal gesture, she figures. I want this. “No taksies backsies,” she warns in a manner she hopes doesn’t resemble a kindergarten teacher. “We’ll hang out. However, I can’t promise there won’t be a little fancy -- let me remind you that you did ask to meet Date Evie.”

PUCK

Evie’s cute. The way she touches her hand, like Puck needs reassurance. It’s cute as fuck, and now she knows Evie’s into her, so she doesn’t have to tack on a little ‘as a friend’ at the end. She’s cute as fuck, and they’re gonna fuck later, and this is a good day to be Naomi Puckerman indeed. There’s nothing she likes more than fucking a cute girl. Something about taking all that wholesomeness and cuteness and just... making a mess of it.

Yeah.

That’s good.

Puck clears her throat, mostly because one of the agents is trying to get her attention, and she probably shouldn’t have thoughts of just how wet this cute girl in particular could get with Puck’s face between her thighs while she’s trying to do her job. Right? Right.

“I need to go back to playing detectives.” She winks, smiling. She’s in a fucking fantastic mood. She’s been kinda bummed about Evie not wanting her for a while, so this is like early Hannukah to her. “See you tonight, then. I’ll make sure I dress up some for Date Evie.”

EVIE

Puck’s got to get back to work, and honestly, it’s fine by Evie -- she hadn’t meant to keep her as long as she did. No regrets though, because as she walks out of the prescient she sort of feels like she’s on a cloud. She has a date. A proper one. Which on its own is a bit of a shocker, she’s sure. But a date with Puck -- well, she might have to take a picture just so she can prove to herself later that it actually happened.

But it’s great. She’s got the afternoon off to get ready. Flat, cleaned. Roommates, out. Everything’s coming together until she realizes she can’t for the life of her come up with any clever detective themed meal ideas. Which is shameful, she thinks -- seeing as she’s dubbed herself the Pun Master and all.

Still, she thinks she manages to pull it all together quite nicely in the end -- poison apple martinis, some fresh from the crime scene ‘finger’ sandwiches, and a private eye pie for dessert (she realizes most of these will require an explanation, but its the thought that counts right?) -- so that by the time Puck should be arriving she’s wearing a little black dress, some red lip, and a Sherlock Holmes style detective hat, she’s actually rather pleased with her last-minute party planning skills.

She waits, perched at the edge of her seat on the couch (because she’s excited for Puck, obviously -- not because she’s weird or has some kind of schoolgirl crush... okay, maybe a little bit of that last thing, but shhh) -- but instead of a knock on the door she receives a text. Something about being sorry and work and not being able to make it after all (she’ll do more than skim when she replies later). And she gets it, she really does -- she’s had to cancel more than her fair share of plans, but it doesn’t stop the disappointment from setting in. That sinking feeling that it all really was too good to be true.

There’s no pouting (well, not much) as she cleans up the ‘crime scene’. It is, as they say, what it is. But no sunshiney optimism is enough to stop her from devouring her feels in the form of pie before crawling into bed for some netflix and pup cuddles.

#para: np #para: congratulatory coffee

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