Restlessly staring up at the ceiling, the backside of her right hand rested upon her forehead, a tired but exasperated sigh escaping her thin lips. Grey eyes half open, with lips parted ever so slightly to allow so much as a whisper of breath to leave them, fingertips slowly closed against the palm of the hand on her forehead. She was unable to find the means of peaceful sleep, trapped between resting and waking, but perhaps lost in the twists and turns of her own meaningless daydreams. Inhaling deeply her eyes closed in a brief rest, before slowly cracking open to face the darkness of the room surrounding her able body.

Dropping her hand from its resting place to a new place beside her head, her gaze drifted to the digital clock on the nightstand, the luminescent green numbers glaring back at her. Squinting half-heartedly, as she read the time to herself several times over; i4:30… 4:30… 4:30… 4:31am/i. The young woman had not slept for days, and nothing seemed to help her such as the lavender baths, teas, or anything else that had promised her sleep.

Strawberry blonde hair in her face, eyes lightly flickering over her other shoulder upon the shift of weight on the mattress, a small smile flickered over her face. Laying beside her, and sheets tangled over her lithe form, the blonde hair framing her young face as she slept. She couldn’t help but realize what she had been missing when rest did claim her, the young woman she watched dream the night away was ridiculously more innocent than she might appear any other hour of the day.

The young blonde was beautiful as she slept, but she looked so innocent that it could have fooled her if she wasn’t already tussled in thought; because she knew how different the young woman would be when she would wake. iSometimes, I wonder…/i she thought to herself, eyes closing. It seemed like forever until the blonde beside her finally moved again, this time her head resting against her bare chest and an arm around her waist, the contact of their skin made her shiver.

Flora sleepily pressed a kiss to her chest, comfortable, the wavy locks like a silken blanket over the woman’s body. She felt so warm, and content, sleeping here with Miria that a soft little smile flickered over her delicate lips. However, her comfortable sleep was interrupted by the sound of the alarm clock blaring near their ears, eyes shut tightly just to hide her face in Miria’s chest with a groan.

“Sorry,” Miria spoke softly, reaching over and turning it off. iGod, it’s five already/i. Sighing heavily, and folding her arm above her head, but from the events of last night she wasn’t so sure she should even bother trying to go into work. iShe’ll probably try to kill one of us, most likely me/i. Eyes closed, a helpless grin appearing on her face, iGuess it can’t be helped. Though I wonder how she’ll attack me this time in a public place./i

“Don’t go in,” came the sweet voice whispering against her lover’s skin. “Galatea is probably just going to fire us both anyway, so… please don’t go, stay with me.” Her bright gaze looking up towards Miria’s, a pleading frown exposed over her lips.

“I won’t, as long as you don’t want me to.” Pulling on a soft, genuine smile, she gently brushed her fingers through Flora’s hair.

Flora slowly raised herself, slipping her lithe form over Miria’s body resulting in a sweet shiver of electricity through their veins, leaning down as their lips made contact in the most lovingly caress. Sliding her left leg against her counterparts, faintly coiling their limbs together, and either hand slipping across her arms up to her palms slowly as fingers locked; although, suddenly brought above Miria’s head slightly. She took hold of Miria’s lower lip between her own, sucking teasingly, letting go and bringing her lips down across the woman’s throat towards her chest.

The body beneath her own shifted ever so slightly as if to go unnoticed, but it was realized as she pressed her hips against her lovers deeply. A small surprised groan left the trapped woman’s throat, and her body shivered as those gracefully sweet lips brushed over her breasts, until a sharp inhale was brought upon the woman’s tongue running back up her throat. Eyes creased slightly, blushing as she looked up at the beautiful and grinning Flora above her.

“Nngh… god, you’re just mean.” Miria muttered lightly under her breath, and let her body go limp; however a strong shiver rolled through her body. She could feel her skin flushed with heat, but she didn’t dare ask for more, the teasing could last for hours like it did last night.

“No I’m not, you’re just sensitive.” She chimed in return, and stole another kiss, this time probing her tongue between Miria’s lips. A surprised whimper escaped the strawberry’s throat, and rubbed her tongue against hers in return, twisting her fingers in Flora’s hair. Unfortunately interrupted by the sound of footsteps, “Did you leave the door unlocked?”

Miria blinked, and glanced towards her bedroom door, her mind ran blank. “We didn’t lock it after she left…” Quietly, however she immediately got out of the bed much to Flora’s silent protest, and grabbed a large t-shirt from her closet. “I’ll be right back.” Brushing her hand through her hair she walked to the bedroom door, pulling it open slightly she noticed bag tossed on the floor in the middle of the entrance, and sighed heavily. “I thought she wasn’t coming over for another month…”

“Miria?” Standing by the bag, and finally noticing someone was looking at her she looked over her shoulder. “Hey… did I come… at a bad time?” A visible tinge of red washed over the woman’s face, especially at the sight before her eyes, pointing behind Miria.

“What?” Raising a brow slightly, until she felt an arm wrap around her waist, and breathing against the crook of her neck. Suddenly looking over her shoulder, a dark red blush washed over her face, Flora was standing up against her with nothing on. “Flora!” It earned her a grin in response to her name, before Miria suddenly shoved her into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. “Get dressed!”

“I… could just take a hotel room.” She interrupted, looking to the ground then back at Miria.

“No, no! We planned this, I just… slow morning…” Sighing heavily, she walked away from the door and grabbed her friend’s bag. “You’re more than welcome to stay in the guest room, Deneve.”

“Well, if you say so.” Deneve answered, and moved her hands into her leather jacket’s pockets, following after Miria as she carried the bag into the guest room down the hall. “I hope it’s alright… that I bring Helen back here later. I told her to keep the alcohol out of here.”

“As long as there’s no disgusting alcohol here, it’s fine.” Faint sigh, dropping Deneve’s bag on the bed, and turning around to her. “You… could have called though, you know, instead of using that spare key I gave you.”

“Heh, I wasn’t sure if you were home, and I didn’t want to wake you… since it is still pretty early.” Glancing at her watch, “Like thirty minutes after five. And… aren’t you usually getting ready for work by now?”

Waving a hand in the air slightly, “I’m probably fired.”

“What? What did you do?”

“I stole the boss’s girlfriend.”