A/N: Inspired by this clip of Jessica and William Chan's 50 Shades of Grey parody (in a totally innocent way) and this JeTi edit. Jessica and Tiffany both have rose gold iPhone 6Ss. It's so Tiffany to have a pink phone.

Tiffany cuts right to the chase when she calls. “I saw your clip last night.”

Jessica blinks. “What clip?”

“About…you know, your playroom.” She can almost see Tiffany blushing as she says the words, even though she hadn’t even reddened when watching the actual scene in the movie.

“Oh, that clip.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going to film something like that with him.” She can almost see Tiffany frowning.

Jessica can’t help a grin. “Are you jealous?”

“No, I’m not!” Tiffany immediately exclaims, which only makes Jessica’s grin broaden. A pause; the silence is suddenly loud over the phone. “Do I have something to be jealous of?” Tiffany asks, quieter now.

“Tiffany.”

“I didn’t mean – I’m not accusing you of anything. I just. I.”

“Tiffany,” Jessica repeats, softer. “Steph. You know you… You know you’ll never have anything to be jealous of.”

Tiffany doesn’t reply right away, and Jessica’s grip tightens on her phone, the one Tiffany had insisted they get together. She can almost see Tiffany—but she can’t.

“Jessica,” Tiffany finally says, in a voice so raw that Jessica has to close her eyes, as if she’s shielding herself against it, or maybe opening herself up to it. “I… Sometimes I just want to…”

“Dance?” Jessica supplies, and Tiffany laughs, full and rich and warm. Jessica opens her eyes and just basks in it.

“I wish,” Tiffany starts falteringly. It’s unlike her to keep trailing off, unable to finish her sentences when she used to finish Jessica’s, and it makes something twist in Jessica’s chest, to think about what Tiffany wants to but cannot say.

“What?” Jessica coaxes. What do you wish? What do you want?

“You…” She can almost see Tiffany biting her lip. “You’re having a good time filming the movie, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Jessica says slowly.

“I’m happy,” Tiffany says. “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

It’s the same thing she said after September, and like that time, somehow it stings a little to hear it. Not because Tiffany doesn’t sound like she means it, but because she does, because they shared that happiness once upon a time, shared everything once upon a time, and now they…

“Are you not?” Jessica asks.

“Not what?”

“Tiffany.”

“I am. Of course I am. This is…a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

At those particular four words, that something twists in Jessica’s chest again, like heartburn but with a different kind of acid.

“I just wish that I could see you onstage again,” Tiffany murmurs.

Jessica swallows, feeling like the acid has climbed to .

“I mean, I know that we wouldn’t be there together but we would still be…you know.”

“We would be,” Jessica says, quiet but firm. “We are. Together.”

“Jessica,” Tiffany says, and then, “Together,” and she links the words together like the way she would link their hands together, a smile clear in her voice. Tiffany has always smiled at Jessica like she’s saying you, and only you, and even though Tiffany isn’t here with her, Jessica can see it. Not almost, but always.

“Jessi.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you really tie him up and flog him?”

Jessica bursts into laughter. “Yes, and then I tickled him with a feather.”

“…You’re not funny.”

“Hey, you asked. Why, is it something you want to try one day?” Tiffany doesn’t say no right away, and the lack of denial makes Jessica raise an eyebrow. “Steph, you never told me that you were interested in B—”

“I’m not interested. I’m just thinking about it.”

“Well, you can think about it all you want. Just remember,” Jessica clears . “It’s important that you know that you can leave at any time.”

Tiffany laughs, and Jessica can see the look in her eyes, even though they must have disappeared into crescents. You, and only you, Tiffany tells her, and Jessica replies, You, and always you.

A/N: If anyone wants to write the rated sequel, be my guest.

Bonus banter scene:

Jessica: “If you had a playroom, I bet it would be all pink.”

Tiffany: “That sounds pretty tempting, actually.”

Jessica: “We could get you one.”

Tiffany: “If you had a playroom, I bet it’d just be a nap room.”

Jessica: “Okay, we’re really going to have to look into this playroom business…”