A short punk girl

You swing the door open to see Lucy standing there fidgeting nervously with the dog collar and leash bundled up in one hand, and a short girl with blue dyed hair cropped short on one half of her head and left longer to fold over on the other side and curl down her face. It was honestly a really cute hairstyle. Your college dork self would have absolutely called her attractive and tried to hit on her, but after today, you knew at a glance that she was a lesbian. Your old college self was kind of an idiot in hindsight.

"Um, John?" Lucy asked hesitantly, and you realized you'd left them standing there silently for a while. "This is my girlfriend, Bianca. I brought her along as well after telling her that we both needed to come and apologise for being gay," she said.

You look down at Bianca, who stares straight back at you. You're pretty sure she's wearing blue contacts as well to match her hair. Her entire ensemble is of strong contrast. She has a black faux leather jacket over a graphic tee covered in graffiti-style art. She's wearing black motorcycle shorts beneath her jacket, reaching down to her knees. The entire effect is really striking paired with her height. You would guess that Bianca is somewhere around five foot two? Easily a head shorter than you who played on the football team in your college years, back when you had hoped it would get you some female attention.

You nod to Lucy and swing the door wide open, gesturing for them to come in, which they do after a moment's hesitation. You notice Lucy stare at your state of relative undress with a little concern, but she walks in without saying a word and after a moment, Bianca follows suit quietly, walking past your bare chest and towel covered half. Once they are inside, you close the door behind them and pull the latch shut with a firm click behind them.

Inside your apartment, Lucy and Bianca stand about awkwardly for a moment as they seem to be struggling with what they are here for. You cross your arms over and stay silent, intentionally not giving them anything to go on so you can see how girls might react to needing to apologise to you if you don't say anything immediately. Your pose is almost a perfect mirror of Bianca's who also had her arms crossed over her chest, although for her it seems to be a defensive pose, whereas you are at ease in your position of power and control over the situation.

It seems the tension builds and Bianca is the first to get tired of the stalemate. She scoffs at Lucy's inability to speak and uncrossed her arms before looking up at you to speak. "John, right?" she asks, and you nod. "Lucy told me she bumped into you at her workplace. I just want to say thanks for being so gracious as to let us both come here to apologise to you," she says, "that was really kind of you. She said you forgave her there at the store already but didn't touch her or do anything with her, and we all know that isn't a proper apology, so we're here to get things done properly."

Bianca steps forward close to you and tentatively reaches out a hand to you, seemingly unsure of where to put it, eventually landing on your shoulder. "What do you want us to do to show you how sorry we are for being lesbians?" she asks you. Behind her, Lucy has a look of gratitude which seems to be mutually directed at Bianca for taking the reins in the situation and also at you for your perceived graciousness. You suspect that Bianca has to do this often, take charge of situations for her tongue-tied girlfriend.

A smirk comes to your mouth and you decide to indulge your curiosity and ask. "Bianca, are you usually the one in charge of things between you and Lucy?"

That immediately gets Lucy to look at the ground in shame and Bianca to scoff and roll her eyes. "It's that obvious huh, yeah I'm the one who usually speaks for us and makes sure that things happen." You might still be inexperienced with women, but it sounded like the issue was a bit of sore topic for her.

You step forward and close the distance between you and Bianca, catching her by surprise and making her gasp softly but she doesn't back away. "And would you want that to change between you two?" you ask quietly. Behind you both Lucy is watching you and her girlfriend face-off with baited breath.

Bianca frowns, but doesn't immediately say no. "What does this have to do with us apologising to you?" she asks back. You bite your tongue. So you still needed to be careful in conversations even with this power.

Before the pause gets too long, you respond, saying "Well, I need to understand your natures so I can better decide the severity of your punishments and what to do with both of you?"

That all seems to make sense to Bianca, and she nods back. "Well, that makes sense. Yeah, I suppose it would be nice if I didn't have to do all the talking for Lucy all the time, maybe if she got out of her shell a little more or if she wouldn't be such a burden on me." You raise a brow at that last part, and Bianca backtracks a little, ignoring Lucy's pained expression behind her. "I mean, I love Lucy a lot, but I do wish that she wouldn't always just leave everything to me to figure and handle out y'know? I get that she's afraid of men, but that doesn't mean that just because I don't mind talking to guys even though I'm gay, I need to be the one doing everything for her. Christ Lucy, you need to take care of yourself too," she curses, turning around and addressing that part to Lucy directly with a frustrated look on her face.

You grab her elbow and swing her back around. "That's enough," you say to them, but not unkindly. Bianca nods and her expression evens out again slowly. You look behind her at Lucy and see that her hurt isn't going away so quickly.

"I've decided what I want to do with you two," you say slowly, and both the girls look at you intently as you smile at them.

You put a hand under Bianca's chin and use it to lift her gaze up at you while you bend down. Then moving close, you kiss her on the lips in full. Vaguely behind Bianca, you can hear Lucy gasping in shock, or perhaps that was a sob that you heard.