Looking for Eagles

by Savannah Swan

  “So… You want them, right?” asked Maggie.

  “Yeah, I do. I always did, but it was one of those things that got put on the back burner when I got too sucked into my work,” said Jena. “I’d love to raise a child, or two, with you.”

  “Good. Because I have names picked out and everything,” said Maggie seriously. “And my parents are going to be the best grandparents.”

  “I can imagine. Just imagine kids at Christmas in their house,” said Jena, her heart warming with the very idea. It was like before she’d met Maggie, her heart had been frozen in a block of ice, and now it was completely thawed, beating healthily and robustly.

  “We’ve had cousins’ children over a couple times for Christmas and it’s pretty magical,” said Maggie. “They’ll be amazing.”

  “They really will.” Jena briefly thought about her own parents. They’d have been awful grandparents. Though sometimes shitty parents turned out to be excellent grandparents, because grandchildren made their brains rewire themselves to be more loving and affectionate.

  Oh well. Jena was going to be done with Texas for good, and she didn’t even need to think about it. If she and Maggie had kids, they were going to get all the love they needed right here in Philadelphia. Even though she and Maggie were only children, they had plenty of friends who were going to be wonderful aunts and uncles too.

  Jena checked her phone. “I guess it’s time to get going, right?”

  “Yeah,” said Maggie. “I have to figure out what I’m going to wear, though.”

  “It’s surprisingly tricky to dress up for a black and white party. There’s always obvious answers, but you don’t want to look too boring,” said Jena.

  “Wouldn’t it be funny if you dressed in black, and I dressed in white?” said Maggie, grinning.

  “What?” Maybe Jena’s brain was working a little too slowly today.

  “Because I’m black and you’re white, duh,” said Maggie. “Maybe that wasn’t really that funny.”

  “No, no, it was. My brain is just fried,” said Jena. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”

  The two women headed into the bedroom. Maggie rummaged in her closet and Jena went through her suitcase. It was fortunate that she tended to dress in neutral colors anyway.

  “I’m glad your friends are the kind to throw theme parties for their birthdays,” said Jena. “I always thought that’d be fun, whenever I saw them on TV or in movies or whatever, but I’ve never been… except to maybe a couple in college. Really lame ones, though.”

  “Well, my friends go all out, so since this is your first one, I’m going to have to warn you, they take it really seriously. You have to put those khakis away.”

  “I’m not foolish enough to wear khakis to a black and white party,” said Jena. “I’m just trying to find, here we are, my black dress.”

  “I don’t have anything white that really works,” said Maggie.

  “Maybe we can both just be in little black dresses, then,” said Jena, who was already changing into hers. She had a blazer with rhinestones hanging on a chair, as well as a scarf. Thankfully, all her blacks matched.

  “You look so sexy when you’re all dressed in black,” said Maggie, turning toward her with an admiring expression. “I don’t know what it is…”

  Before Jena knew it, Maggie strode up to her and started making out with her. Jena almost laughed into the kiss but quickly got into it, holding her girlfriend by the shoulders and kissing her back.

  It was a little cheesy to admit it, but the way she was dressed, she felt like a spy or something, with all the accompanying sexiness. And when her partner was drawn to her like a magnet, well, it was quite the ego boost.

  Maggie pulled away eventually, almost breathless from how intense the kiss had been.

  “There,” she said. “I just had to get that over with.”

  “Good. Now let’s see how sexy you look in your outfit.” Jena crossed her arms.

  Maggie dressed up quickly in an equally black outfit.

  “Now we’ll match. It’s cute, like a couples’ costume. Maybe we should wear a differently colored scarf or earrings, though? For a pop of color?” asked Jena.

  They looked at themselves, standing next to each other, in the full length mirror.

  “Nah,” said Maggie. “We look perfect just as we are. Secret agents together.”

  Maggie looked so good Jena couldn’t resist turning around and kissing her too.

  “We’re going to be late—fashionably late—to the party,” said Maggie, when Jena had moved down to kissing her neck.

  “It’ll be fine,” said Jena. “I need you now.”

  Maggie laughed. “I love you, too, honey.”

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  About the Author

  Savannah Swan is a queer woman of color living in Philadelphia, PA. In her free time, she enjoys creating art, cooking new vegetarian recipes, and exploring the city.