✦ tara carpenter x gn!reader
✦ summary. it's a school morning for you and tara. when you wake up next to her you find her hair a mess and her mood for the day is "i love you. fuck school."
Tara was notorious for having bedhead in the morning. This was obvious though due to her hair always getting messed up even when awake; whether it be running from Ghostface, changing clothes, or simply going downstairs to get the mail, she always found a way to ruffle her hair despite not even touching it. It was one of your favorite things about her.
But the mornings when she had been sleeping hard were your favorite times.
The soft skin of her face possessed the indentations of her pillow, while her cheeks held a glowing rouge that expressed the warmth shared between the two of you during the hours of darkness. Her small body was curled up in the blankets as she remained close to you, but she could never fool you with her serenity. She moved in her sleep, and she moved a lot; blame it on her dreams or her body’s comfortability level, she was always stirring. She talked in her sleep too, murmuring through sleepy moans and calling out objections, pleasured expressions, or your name. No matter what it was, you would move towards her, pull the covers up, and nestle yourself into her; shushing her whimpers, pressing kisses to her head, and making sure she could feel your presence. And most of the time, it worked.
But this morning, she was peaceful and weighed down by sleep, which brought out her dependent nature to compliment.
“Good morning, my love,” you whispered, brushing Tara’s disheveled bangs from her face.
She smiled back, her eyelids heavy and her breathing soft aside from the drowsy sigh she gave to sink further into her pillow.
You giggled and kissed her now bare forehead before letting go of her locks, which allowed her messy hair to fall back into place. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm-hm…” Tara shuffled closer to you and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck.
“I can tell.” You traced the red marks that were revealed when the blankets slipped off Tara’s shoulders, “And your dreams?”
Tara hummed, drifting in and out of consciousness as she embraced the love embedded in your contact. She could hardly muster enough strength to reply, but she forced herself into one as she pressed her lips into your neck. “Dreamed of you…”
You smiled as you breathed in her scent, “All good I hope?”
She nodded, wrapping her arm around you to settle into another slumber. She forgot it was a school morning.
You both had class, and by your grace, you had given her an extra thirty to forty-five minutes of sleep, while you simply spent that time taking in your girlfriend, your sleeping beauty, your Tara Carpenter. “We have to get up, Tara… We have class, remember?”
Tara just whined and held onto you tighter, pressing her body into yours and flinging her top leg over yours to lock you in. “I don’t wanna go…”
Her voice was muffled, having you chuckle, “Huh?”
“I wanna stay in bed with you…,” she kept her position but lifted her head slightly, “Fuck school…”
You laughed and propped yourself up on your forearm, forcing Tara to come up with you. “Look at me.”
She obeyed; her sleepy eyes longing for you as her lower lip puckered out in hopes you would succumb and stay in bed with her. But as much as you wanted to, you knew how strict your professor was on absences, so you had to reluctantly push your desires aside and suffice the both of you with an apologetic but loving kiss on the lips.
Tara took you eagerly, keeping you a few more moments than you intended, but of course, you didn’t mind. It was the most you could do for her right now after all.
“I know,” Tara mumbled, leaning into you for a proper morning hug with her arms secured around your waist.
You gave her a few playful nuzzles to make her giggle before sitting back and running your fingers through her tangled hair. “Now, come on. You’re not going to class with your hair like this.”
“Why not?” Tara complained in a small tantrum, watching you slip off the bed and round the corner to pick her up, which she happily accepted despite the pout still present on her face. “You said you liked it…”
“I do!” You brought her to the bathroom where you sat her on the commode to fetch a comb and gently brush through her locks before whispering, “But I like it more when we can stay in bed all morning.”
Tara gave a huff of disappointment before turning back to gaze at you with puppy-dog eyes. “I need another kiss then. You know, to make up for that.”
And with a scoff of amusement, you kissed her.
“We’re staying in bed tomorrow, Y/n.” She smirked when she pulled away to let you resume your grooming. “I’m serious.”
And in turn, you laughed. “We’ll do whatever you want, my love.”
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