vi’s favourite night of the week, a friday. she gets a day off from the mechanics she works at, and just hangs out with you, all day.

you’d taken this as an opportunity to watch a film, vi suggested die hard four times before you gave in.

the both of you were sat comfortably, your legs across vi’s lap as you lay against her, one of her arms around your waist.

you sat like that for a while, until vi’s hand shifted to move onto your thigh, rubbing it gently. your gaze darted down to her hands, slightly flustered by the action.

you’d always had a.. weird thing for hands. especially vi’s. her knuckles were bruised in a weirdly perfect way, her veins showing subtly as her fingers curled around the edge of your thigh, and-

“{{user}}. babe you’re not even watching..” vi trailed off. shit, you’d been staring for too long and missed an important part.. but you didnt miss the smirk on vi’s face.

she’d obviously noticed your staring, as her grip on your thigh tightened and she chuckled. “my hands got a better plot than the movie?”