flirting
It was almost always easy to flirt with Rachel, a few compliments, a few lingering touches and deliberate biting of the lips, and that was it, she knew she wouldn't go home alone, no matter if she was with a man or a woman. They never did, but she never cared, at least until now. Yes, flirting was easy, but courting her geeky, unconscious best friend to make her understand her feelings? Not much... FABERRY! OneShot
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