Kara had a bad habit of walking on Alex and Maggie during their, very limited, alone time.

Really, it was Alex’s fault because sometimes the noises she made weren’t exactly…innocent. Sometimes she lost control and found herself screaming under Maggie’s touch. Sometimes she couldn’t make a single coherent thought when Maggie asked her how she wanted to be fucked, but she just let out of the neediest groan known to man and Kara, having super-hearing and all, got scared.

She got scared because Astra had taken Alex prisoner as a trap for Supergirl.

Rick Malvern had taken Alex hostage for ransom that Supergirl had to fulfill.

Anyone could see that the love that Kara had for her sister could move planets, and fuck she would move planets to save Alex.

And so you really can’t blame Kara for bursting through the window of Alex’s open floor plan and searching frantically for her sister only to find her stark naked, back arched high off the bed, face contorted in pleasure, and Maggie’s dark hair between her legs.

“Oh, Rao! I did not need to see that!” Kara screeched, covering her eyes quickly.

Alex quickly scrambled to gather the comforter in her arms and around her body while Maggie, who was fully clothed, looked more irritated than embarrassed as she wiped at the corners of her mouth.  

“Kara, what are you doing here?!” Alex huffed, finally wrapped in her comforter. Maggie moved to gather a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from Alex’s dresser before handing it to her very flushed girlfriend.

“I-I heard you…making some sounds that sounded…less than…pleasant. I got a little worried and I had to come see what was going on.”

Maggie let her signature smirk fall across her lips before chuckling lightly. “Well, Little Danvers, I can assure you that every sound you heard was very pleasant.”

“Maggie.” Came as a whine from Kara but as a warning from Alex.

A loud cackle came from the tiny woman as she moved to place a quick peck to Alex’s pouted lips. “How about we move past this and I go make some of my, apparently, infamous homemade potstickers?”

Both Kara nodded quickly with a blush while Alex sighed with a nod.                                  

Maggie smiled her dimpled smile, Alex’s favorite, and made her way to Alex’s kitchen encouraging Kara to follow to give Alex some privacy to get dressed.

-

Bonus:

“Kara, I know you said you wanted to be alone, but I-OH MY GOD!” Alex screeched as she found Lena laid out on Kara’s spacious dining table with her legs wide open and a very eager Kara between them.

Kara quickly turned around, using her half clothed body to shield Lena from Alex’s view.

“Alex, don’t you knock?!” Kara demanded, her face already beet red.

Alex spluttered for a moment before spitting out, “SUPERHEARING! Use it!”

Kara shook her head. “No. Nope. I tune in hard to Lena’s heartbeat from about 6 until 11 because you and Maggie are like animals and I don’t need to hear that.”

Lena chuckled from behind her girlfriend while Alex’s gaze shifted to the ground.

Confusion crossed Maggie’s face as an unfamiliar text message tone went off in her back pocket while she sat at her desk trying to complete the mountain of paperwork she’d be assigned. As she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone that felt very different to the touch, she quickly brought it around to examine it.

Yup. Just as she suspected. The phone wasn’t hers, but her girlfriend of almost 7 months’.

The phone was covered with a case that read “Be with you, may the force” with Yoda’s signature ears coming into view at the very bottom. (A birthday present from Winn and Alex had loved.)

She pressed the home button on the iPhone and looked at the message on the screen over the picture of Maggie and Alex laying together on their couch both looking up at the camera with large smiles. (What? It could be important!)

From Lucy :) :) (9:44 am): I’m coming to see your ass. It’s been too long. Hope you missed me a lot ;)

Maggie’s eyebrows furrowed and she immediately felt a flood of jealousy down her spine.

Who the fuck was Lucy? And what was she doing sending Maggie’s girlfriend winky faces?

Maggie had to text back. It was for science, right? She had to find out what the X was in the equation.

To Lucy :) (9:45 am): And why would I miss you?                      

Maggie knew that Alex liked to give attitude through all forms of communication, except when her and Maggie were alone and Alex was the sweetest, most gentle human Maggie had ever met, but that was strictly reserved for Maggie and sometimes Kara.

Another message came quickly after that, startling Maggie slightly.

From Lucy :) (9:45 am): Oh, come on. You miss me and you can’t even deny it. You’re probably excited to see me, but I know you and you like to be a grumpus. Let me know where you’ll be at noon. Can’t wait to see you ;)

Another fucking winky face. Maggie was seething.

She stood quickly and pulled her jacket on.

“Where are you going? Cap wants these papers done by Friday.” Her partner McConnell asked.

“I’ve got some business to take care of.” Maggie growled. “Let Cap I’m headed to the DEO on official business.”

“Want me to come? You know I dig a good fight.” The man smirked.

Maggie wanted to slap it off of his pale ass face. “No. This is business I can handle on my own.”

She made her way out of the precinct and to her squad car quickly, her anger fueling her tiny body to walk faster than usual.

It only took her 20 minutes to get to the DEO where she parked her car in the huge lot with all the Agents’. As she made her way into the large building, she tried to get her thoughts in order.

Was Alex really cheating on her?

Maggie felt her heart ache at the thought. She had fallen for Alex harder than she had ever fallen for anyone. How could she not? Alex was smart, beautiful, caring, loving, understanding, strong, and so much more. She made it a point to tell Maggie how much she loved her every single day. And when she wasn’t telling Maggie, she was showing her. Through kisses, small touches, drawn baths, food ready when Maggie got to their apartment, and many other ways.

If this was all true, Maggie would be ruined.

Tears pricked her eyes as she flashed her badge of clearance, the Alex had begged Pam to give to Maggie, to the guards watching the front. She pushed them back once cleared and headed straight the elevator.

15th floor.

There she found Kara, J’onn, Winn, and Alex all around the center panel going over something on Winn’s iPad.

Winn was the first to see her and his face lit up like a kid on his birthday. She knew that Winn thought she was one of the coolest people he’d ever met. Besides Alex of course.

“Hey, Maggie!”

Alex’s head shot up at the name the biggest smile spread across her face. If Maggie hadn’t been angry, her heart would have leapt into her throat at the sight.

(Who was she kidding? Her heart was going crazy at the sight of the woman she loved.)

“Hey, Mags. What are you doin’ here? I thought you were caught up with paperwork all day?” Alex asked, the smile never leaving her face.

But Maggie really wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

“Can I talk to you?” Maggie asked, the emotion heavy in her voice. She glanced at Kara, J’onn and Winn who were all watching on with pointed looks. “Alone.”

Alex’s face showed confusion for a minute and Kara heard her heart rate pick up and J’onn heard her mind begin racing through what could possibly be wrong.  

“Uh, sure. Let’s go to my office.” Alex stated with a shaky voice.

As they walked away, Kara turned to J’onn with questioning eyes. He sighed back. “This isn’t going to be a pretty conversation.”

Maggie and Alex reached Alex’s private office a couple minutes later. The office was small, but nice. It was the size of an average bedroom and was furnished with a desk, a couch, a small television on the wall, and a twin sized bed.

It was where Maggie found herself napping while Alex was finishing work in her lab and Maggie didn’t want to be alone in their apartment. Alex would often finish in the lab and press kisses all over Maggie’s face to wake her up and take her home.

So many amazing memories.

Tears pricked at Maggie’s eyes again.

Alex sat on the bed and Maggie opted to stand with her arms crossed and her lips pursed. There was a few moments of silence as Maggie tried to get her emotions together in order to begin the conversation.

Sensing the emotions on her perfect girlfriend’s face, Alex decided to start the conversation. “Baby, whatever it is, you can talk to me.” She stated softly. The fear in her voice was evident.

Maggie took a deep breath. “I’m only going to ask you this one time, and you better not fucking lie to me.”

“Okay.” Alex nodded.

“…Are you cheating on me?” Maggie whimpered out, her eyes filling with tears as she got it out.

Alex’s eyes widened at the question and she immediately shot up from the bed. “What?! No!”

Maggie pulled out the phone to show to Alex with the message still on the screen. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Alex! Who the fuck is Lucy? And why is she asking if you miss her? And why is she coming to see you?”

Alex’s eyes quickly read the message on the screen. “Wait Lucy? Like Major Lucy Lane?” Alex cocked her head to the side. “Babe, Lucy is my boss. Her dad is the General. She oversees the desert base of the DEO and handles all of the affairs we have with The White House in D.C.”

Oh.

“W-What?”

Alex’s face immediately softened. “Lucy was one of my best friends.”

Maggie felt so so stupid.

“Oh.” Maggie swallowed.

“Yeah. And I never mentioned her because we had a bit of a falling out before she left and I really haven’t had the time to think about it, you know, with dealing with aliens trying to kill me every day.” She chuckled.

Maggie looked down at the ground and bit her lower lip. She felt so guilty for accusing Alex of cheating. Alex had never been anything but amazing to her, and she might have just ruined it all.

“Hey,” Alex softly stated, stepping forward to lift Maggie’s head to meet her eyes, “it’s okay. I understand.”

Maggie let tears fill her eyes again, but this time in remorse. A few fell before she got out a strangled, “I’m so sorry, Alex.”

“Maggie, it really is okay.” Alex smiled at her girlfriend, reaching up to wipe the tears away with her thumbs. “I mean, I get why you got so upset. If I had read a message like that with a winky face from a girl in your phone that I didn’t know, I would be pissed too.”

“But I just assumed. I didn’t even give you time to explain.”

“Again, I probably would have done the same thing. We can’t help our emotions.”

Yet again, Maggie was shown how amazing her girlfriend was and she was falling in love with her all over again.

“How did I get so lucky?” Maggie asked herself out loud while she reached up to cup Alex’s face.

“Eh. I’m not all that.”

“No. You’re everything. I love you so much.” Maggie whispered.

“I love you, too.” Alex leaned down to place a sweet kiss on Maggie’s lips. “Now, can we just freak out a little because Lucy is coming?! She’s always the life of the party, and to be honest, you’re probably going to love her.”

“I bet I will.” Maggie laughed. “But she isn’t allowed to send you winky faces.”

Maggie pretty much had a patent on that and it was enough to set Alex’s body aflame.

“Good luck with that. That woman is a flirt.” Alex chuckled.

Jealousy flared up in Maggie’s abdomen again. “If she flirts with you, she’s gonna go from Major to Minor in about 20 seconds.”

“Calm down, Ms. Jealous pants.” Alex joked, poking Maggie in the stomach. “I only have eyes for you.”

“You better.” Maggie joked back.

There was a pause and Alex gasped. “That makes so much sense! Of course I had your phone. I was really confused as to why Lena was thanking me about the ‘tips’ I’d given her.”

Maggie couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her mouth at the sight of Alex’s grimace. “Sounds about right.”

“Gross!”

Bonus:

It took one look at Lucy Lane to have Maggie draped all over Alex all night. The woman was beautiful. Actually, beautiful was an understatement.

Hell, if Maggie was single, she’d be all in.

And Alex was right. Lucy was a flirt. And Maggie was pissed.

Maggie decided at that moment that she most definitely did not like Lucy Lane. 

For Ray! (Happy Birthday, @comebackbehere23)

(Below is how I imagined Maggie’s face when she was pissed. Smol angry marshmallow ;) 

It was moments like this that Maggie lived for.

Laying underneath her beautiful, sexy, hot girlfriend in her giant king sized bed after a long day of work and a hot shower wearing nothing but an oversized Stanford t-shirt. The room was dimly lit with the candles that Alex and taken to lighting while Maggie took her shower.

Maggie had told Alex that she had had a rough day, something about not being able to save an alien that was being targeted for their specific species, and she wasn’t in the best of moods.

And so Alex made it a point to make sure that Maggie was feeling loved.

She was being pampered with light, barely-there kisses all over her neck and cheeks by Alex, who had been feeling overly affectionate since Maggie had gotten off of work, not that she was complaining at all. The light kisses were so delicate and carefully placed that they felt like feathers being dragged across her skin. Every third or so kiss that Alex placed on Maggie, she whispered her love for the woman against her smooth skin and it ignited a chain of goosebumps down her spine.

Maggie, becoming extremely turned on from her girlfriend’s ministrations, had taken to writhing lightly and moving her head from side to side to allow Alex to give both sides of her face equal attention. Occasionally, Maggie would look straight up at Alex and allow the woman to press a light kiss to her lips before she moved back down her jawline.

It was safe to say that Maggie was feeling a lot loved at the moment.

After a while, Alex and taken to adding her tongue to the mix of feelings, lightly licking and suckling at Maggie’s skin, but not enough to leave a mark. Just enough to leave a wet trail down Maggie’s jaw and neck. Maggie moaned out light at the feeling.

Just as Alex made her way back up Maggie’s jaw toward her lips, Maggie’s phone rang loudly from the nightstand beside the bed.

“Leave it.” Alex whispered against her skin, not stopping her kisses.

Maggie knew that she couldn’t, though. She knew that it could be McConnell trying to get in touch with her about a lead on the case, and she couldn’t miss that.

She grabbed for her phone, making the effort to quickly kiss Alex’s lips before blindly answering it.

“Sawyer.”

“Maggie,” It was Lena Luthor, “thank god you picked up. I need a favor.”

If Alex was interested in the conversation, she didn’t show it at all. She simply continued her before-mentioned actions with the same pace as before.

“Lena, this is ac-”

“Yes, hello. I know it’s kind of late, but I really need someone to talk to and I believe it would sufficiently awkward for me to go to Alex about this.”

Maggie sighed lightly in slight annoyance. Was Lena her friend? Absolutely. They were practically sisters in law and she respected Lena. Not only because the woman was the CEO of an extremely successful business, but also because Lena knew what it was like to be in love with one of the Danvers sisters.  But this really wasn’t the time to being helping Lena with Kara.

“Lena, I-”

“I know you probably have a million other things to be doing instead of listening to me vent about Kara, but you’re the only person I feel comfortable talking about with.”  

As Maggie went to answer, Alex nipped lightly at Maggie’s neck making her gasp lightly.

“Maggie? Are you alright?”

Maggie swallowed the moan threatening to fall from her lips. “Uh, yeah. Go on. Tell me all about it.”

“Okay, well, Kara went back to help Barry with another meta-human catastrophe and didn’t even mention it to me! Like, I understand that she is an adult and sh-”

Maggie really tried to pay attention. She did. But Alex nipped at her skin again and Maggie couldn’t stop herself from reaching up into Alex’s hair and pulling her in for a heated kiss because Alex was driving her crazy.

“…and I’m just worried sick! I’m terrified that she’s gonna get herself hurt over there with absolutely no backup!”

Maggie broke the kiss quickly and hummed her response hoping that Lena wouldn’t pick up on the fact that she really wasn’t giving her her full attention.

With that, Lena broke into another full rant about her frustrations and Alex took advantage of Maggie’s free lips.

This went on for almost 5 minutes. Maggie listened in spurts, making sure to make hmm-ing and oh-ing where she felt appropriate. She even added a few “that’s ridiculous” claims to really sell the performance, but the last of her control left when Alex switched her body weight from her arms to her knees and began adding her hands to the equation. Roaming her fingers down Maggie’s torso until they reached the hem of the shirt Maggie was wearing. She pulled the shirt up until it bunched just under Maggie’s breasts.

Maggie watched as Alex slowly descended her body and leaned down to begin leaving a trail of wet kisses beginning from where the shirt met her breasts and leading down to where Maggie needed her most.

Maggie’s eyes closed immediately and her head was thrown back onto the pillow at the feeling of Alex’s talented tongue on her body. She began feelings more tiny nips down her torso and her jaw dropped in a silent gasp before she brought her bottom lip between her teeth to keep the sounds from coming out of her mouth.

“-I’m just so worried. And I’m sorry to have intruded on your night, but I really needed to get that off my chest.”

“N-no problem, L-Lena.” Maggie stuttered out. Alex was beginning to get dangerously close to her thighs and Maggie knew she was a goner the second she reached her destination.

“Thank you, Maggie. Really.”

“Anytime.” Maggie panted out just as Alex reached her hips. “I-I’m about to h-head to bed.” Alex moved just a tad bit lower. “I’ll talk to you t-tomorrow?”

“Yes, of course. Goodnight, Maggie.”

“Night!” Maggie all but threw her phone and reached down to guide Alex to where she needed her most.

She forgot all about her bad day in that moment.

Bonus:

“Kara Zor-El! The next time you go to another planet without at least telling me first, I will ban potstickers being delivered to you, and don’t think that I don’t have the power to do so!”

“I’m sorry!”

Alex was not happy. Not even in the slightest.

Well, to be fair, she was holding Maggie’s hand in hers under the table and Maggie’s thumb had yet to stop running over the back of her hand, and that made her heart happy. (She made sure to press a kiss to Maggie’s hand to make sure she knew that she appreciated what she was doing even in her angry stupor.)

But back to the subject of her anger.                  

James Olsen.

Alex likes James. Loves, even. She was sure of it. She looked at the slightly younger man like little brother that she really cared for, but she was not happy with him at the moment.

Because he was going to steal her thunder tonight. She just knew it.

The two had met up earlier in the week for coffee because Kara had been in the middle of gathering information for her newest article and Maggie was busy busting yet another alien serial killer on the loose. So the two had met for coffee to catch up and keep each other company before their double date a little later in the week.

Coffee had gone well up until the very last few minutes where James had nervously chuckled before he explained that he was planning to propose to Kara during the date because Kara’s dream proposal involved Alex being present.

Alex was taken aback, but not because of the proposal, but because she had been planning on proposing to Maggie that night because she knew that if Kara wasn’t present during the proposal, Alex would wake up on top of the Empire State Building in her underwear…again.

(Don’t ever take the last potsticker while Kara was away on an emergency Supergirl call.)

And so here they were. In Alex and Maggie’s apartment, it was their turn to host, with a beautifully prepared meal that Maggie had spent nearly two hours cooking, in a stare-off that was oblivious to the very beautiful women sitting beside them.

A smirk crossed James face before he cleared his throat and turned to Kara. “You know, Kara. I love you will all my heart.” He began.

The largest smile the world had ever seen flashed onto Kara’s face and she went to reply, but Alex cut her off.

“Maggie, you’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I love you so much. You make me so happy.”

Immediately tears began flooding Maggie’s eyes, but she willed them away before the table, excluding Alex, could see. “Danvers, you really have gone soft on me. I love you, too.”

“BUT,” James cut in, “I love Kara more.”

Maggie and Kara’s eyes both narrowed at the man.

“I didn’t realize it was a competition, Olsen.” Maggie stated before cocking her head to the side.

“Yeah, what was that about?” Kara seethed, gently whacking her boyfriend’s arm.

“He’s just…enthusiastic.” Alex got out through gritted teeth.

Maggie and Kara shared a look before turning to their respective significant others who were glaring at each other.

“Alright, what the hell is going on between you two?”

“Yeah, you’ve been acting weird all night. Is something wrong?” Kara asked.

“Nothing wrong.” Alex shook her head with a shrug. “We just…haven’t found a compromise, I suppose.”

“Compromise? Danvers, what the hell are you talking about? Did something happen?”

It was James turn to smirk. “Alex here is just stubborn.”

“Oh, I’m stubborn? You’re the one that won’t back off!”

“Me back off? What don’t you back off?!” James shot back with vigor.

“Whoa!” Kara shouted, standing up to become the referee between her sister and her boyfriend. “Alright, I need answers right now.”

“Same.” Maggie stated before crossing her arms and pursing her lips at Alex and James who were still glaring at each other.

Alex rolled her eyes before setting her jaw, a telltale sign that she was hiding something.

“Well?!” Kara asked again.

“James, you know how long I’ve been waiting to do this!” Alex practically whined. “You should just let me! Yours can wait!”

James scoffed. “How is that fair? I’ve been waiting longer!”

“You have had all this time to do so, but both of you were too dumb to realize it! Now, I wanna do it and you’re ready? Seems hardly fair.”

“I didn-”

“ENOUGH!” Kara boomed making them both jump. “James, tell me what is going on right now.”

James flexed his jaw before he looked up at Kara with a defeated look. “I…we, I guess, just…”

“We…” Alex began with a sigh, “just look.”

She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. James, sensing the surprise was already ruined, pulled out the box in his jeans pocket. They both opened the lids to present the rings to their girlfriends with pouts on their faces.

Maggie and Kara both had their jaws on the floor. Kara immediately had to sit back down.

“This was not how I was planning to do this,” Alex shot a quick glare at James before sinking onto one knee before Maggie, “but Maggie Sawyer, I love you. I love you more than words can say. I know that I’m just stupid, nerdy, work-obsessed agent, but I love you so much and with you, I feel like I can be whoever I want. I can be who I am. So will you please make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

James took the pause as an opportunity to also drop to his knee. “Kara, before I came to National City, I thought that the world needed to be captured in stills because good moments only come fleetingly, but you’re proof that good things don’t have to be seen through a lens. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Will you do me the honor of becoming your superman? Marry me?”

Maggie and Kara both had tears streaming down their faces and hands pressed against their mouths.

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes!” Kara screeched, flinging herself, cautiously, into James’s arms.

Maggie, on the other hand, slowly sank down to her knees before Alex reaching out to cup both of her cheeks and leaning in until her lips were millimeters away from Alex’s. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.” She whispered before capturing her bottom lip between hers.

After the rings were placed on the respective fingers and the couples were able to enjoy their bubbles for a few minutes, Maggie cleared her throat loudly.

“So you two were actually upset with each other because you both wanted to propose?”

“Yeah, what the heck?” Kara asked with furrowed brows.

Alex sighed and smiled over at James who returned it immediately. “We just got a little carried away.”

“Yeah, there’s no hostility, right?” He asked her.

“Oh, there totally is, Olsen, because Maggie and I are getting married first.” Alex called.

“Uh, no!” Kara shot back.

su(AN: I obviously know that the song isn’t a Tori Kelly song, but it’s called fiction for a reason. The song is Photograph by Ed Sheeran, if you were all wondering J )

“So we have here in the studio one of the top selling artists in the country. Please give it up for Tori Kelly!” The radio announcer for 98.5 KKGH, Keith, spoke into the mic. Tori smiled at the man from across the table, adjusting her guitar in her lap.

“Hey.” She breathed.

“Good morning.” Keith spoke. “How do you like the beautiful Minnesota weather today?”

“It’s raining, ya’ll. I’m from Cali. We aren’t used to that.” Tori joked, pushing her headphones back onto her head. She hated studio headphone more than anything because keeping them on her curls was almost impossible.

Keith laughed at the smaller woman’s joke modestly before glancing down at his cards. “So, you’re here today to promote your new album, right?”

“Yeah, it’s called Words, and it comes out tonight on iTunes, so ya’ll should check it out.” Tori giggled.

“This is your third album, right?”

Tori nodded. “Yes. Unbreakable Smile came out summer of 2015 and my last album came out last year and they both did so well that it inspired me to write this album quickly.”

“Do you feel like this album is better than the last ones?” The interviewer asked with a slight smirk.

“Um, I think that with every song I write, I grow. So, it definitely is a newer version of me, and I think that it’s definitely more of a glimpse into my life more so than the last one. Unbreakable Smile was a reflection of my journey, so to speak, and this one is more of how I feel most of the time.”

“And I hear that you actually cut down on the co-writing.”

“I did.” Tori nodded once. “The last two albums I co-wrote with a bunch of amazing producers, but this time around, I had more material to work with regarding emotions, and so I think of 14 tracks, only 4 were co-written. The others were all my thinking.”

“That’s pretty amazing.” An impressed Keith nodded. “And since you brought up emotions, I have to ask about the big scandal…”

“Oh boy…” Tori chuckled, using the gesturing to effectively cover the way her stomach dropped.

“Your break up with one of the members of Fifth Harmony, Lauren Jauregui. Can we hear anything about that? I mean, you two were together for a while, no?”

“2 and a half years.” Tori nodded with a scratch of her chin. She could feel the goosebumps rising on the back of her neck at the mention of Lauren’s name and the way her hands began to shake slightly. “Um, there really isn’t anything to tell. We just decided that we would be better off as friends.”

“Oh, so no juicy details? Like no cheating scandals or anything?” Keith joked with a nervous chuckle.

Tori shook her head with a hard swallow. “We just never saw each other because we’re both successful in the industry, so we decided that it wasn’t fair for either of us to continue on if we’re both hurting.”

“And do you think that if one of you weren’t in the industry, you’d still be together?”

“…Absolutely.”

“And do you think that if one of you weren’t in the industry, you’d still be together?”

“…Absolutely.”

Lauren’s breath hitched as tears flowed slowing down her face in the silence of her own bunk. The static in her headphones rang in her ears as the interview paused for a split second before continuing with a few more short questions.

“And you’re performing a song for us this morning right?”

“I am.” A pause a strum of a guitar was heard. “This one is called Photograph and it’s from my new album Words.”

“Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it’s the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive”

Lauren’s body immediately relaxed at the sound of Tori’s singing voice as it flowed through her expensive headphones. Her mind flooded with memories of being with the love of her life.

Flashback

Lauren sighed in contentment as she was pulled back into Tori’s front, the arms around her waist circling tighter around her body. Tori’s comforting vanilla scent engulfed her in a dome of comfort as she leaned back into her girlfriend. The tub they were seated in was filled with steaming hot water that felt amazing on Lauren’s muscles as they loosened, not to mention the soft kisses Tori was placing all around her wet shoulder area.

“You’re so amazing.” Tori whispered into her ear lightly, her fingers tracing the insides of Lauren’s thighs before dipping into her center. Lauren immediately threw her head back into the dip of Tori’s shoulder and neck juncture, moaning at the feeling of her girlfriend’s skilled fingers. She thanked God for years of guitar practice.

Tori, however, remained completely still besides her busy fingers and light kisses along any skin she could reach. All she wanted to was to allow her girlfriend to relax, and she was going to make sure it happened.

“Oh, god, I’m so close.”

“Let go.” Tori whispered, biting the side of Lauren’s neck lightly as she continued to pump her fingers.

Lauren’s entire body shuttered at the feeling of her climax, sinking farther into the tub. Thank goodness for Tori’s grasp on her waist.

“I love you.” Tori whispered her emotions taking over her body as tears filled her eyes. “God, I love you.” Her arms tightened around Lauren’s waist.

“I love you, too.” Lauren whispered, reaching over Tori’s arms to grab her phone that was place on the edge of the tub. She pressed the home button and slid her finger up the screen to bring the camera up before snapping a picture of both of them in all her post-coital bliss.

That photograph quickly made its way into Lauren’s favorites and remained her screensaver for months after that.

Lauren’s tears were much larger, now as the sound of Tori’s voice filled her headphones still. Her body shook harshly through the sobs, her heart aching for the past to be the present.

Her sobs must have been pretty loud because the curtain to her bunk was pulled back and a sleepy Camila climbed in. She immediately turned Lauren around and pulled her into her arms.

“Shhhh.” Camila cooed, pressing a kiss to Lauren’s head. She hoped that she wouldn’t send herself into yet another panic attack. Those had been pretty frequent since the break up.

“We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time’s forever frozen still

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer ‘til our eyes meet You won’t ever be alone, wait for me to come home”

“Please come home to me…” Lauren sobbed into Camila’s chest causing the younger girl to pull her into her embrace tighter. “Please.”

“…Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul And it’s the only thing that I know, know I swear it will get easier, Remember that with every piece of you Hm, and it’s the only thing we take with us when we die

Hm, we keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken And time’s forever frozen still.”

Tori wished her mind would shut up as she got through the second verse of the song, but the memories of Lauren continued to pour through her head.

Flashback

“Lauren, stop!” Tori giggled, slapping Lauren’s hands away as she snapped another picture of her with the vintage Polaroid Tori had purchased her for her latest birthday.

“No, you’re so beautiful.” Lauren pouted, snapping another picture. “God, I’m so fucking lucky.” She mumbled, looking down at the printing picture.

Tori glanced at the picture in Lauren’s hands only to see herself with a biggest smile she’d ever had molded on her face. Her eyes were so squinted in the picture that you could barely make out the color.

She looked so happy.

“You make me so happy, Tori.” Lauren shook her head, leaning forward to capture Tori’s lips between her own. “I love you so much.”

“So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer ‘til our eyes meet You won’t ever be alone

And if you hurt me That’s okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home.”

Tori’s voice broke at the last word of the chorus, and she had to use all the will power she had to keep her cool.

“You can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me Well, that’s okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go

When I’m away, I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost back on Sixth street Hearing you whisper through the phone, “Wait for me to come home.”

With one more strum of the guitar, Tori took a deep breath and used the applause around the room to lift her spirits as she was seconds away from breaking down.

She would do anything to be home with Lauren.

“Wait for me to come home…”

“I’m waiting, Tori.” Lauren sobbed into Camila’s chest. Reaching down into the pocket of her sweatpants, she pulled out the Polaroid of a beaming Tori and glanced at it.

“Just, please come home.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” Ally whispered into her wife’s muscly embrace. Her senses were flooded with the feel, taste, smell, sound, and sight of Lauren all around her. The calming sense that her wife’s presence brought was so comforting that Ally felt like she was falling into a never-ending sea of love.

“Stop, Allyson.” Lauren sighed, pulling her wife closer to her body. “All you’ve been talking about since I got here is me leaving. Can we talk about me being here, please?”

“No, Lauren, because you’re leaving again!” Ally sighed as she pushed out of the embrace she called her safe spot in their two years of marriage. “I hate that I get you for two days and then I don’t get to see you for almost a year!”

“You knew my schedule before you married me.” Lauren replied in a short tone, making direct eye contact with the woman sitting up on the couch. “I was a soldier then just as I am now. There is no difference.”

Ally pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger while closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The stress of worrying about your spouse 365 days out of the year has had her stress levels at an all-time high to the point in which she began having anxiety attacks because of it. And quite frequently. Not that she’d ever tell Lauren that for the simple fact that serving time in the American Marines made Lauren just about as happy as baking made Ally. She loved the travel and the pride that came along with the job, but Ally just wished she could see her wife for more than a week every six-eight months.

Ally pushed herself off the couch with an exhausted sigh. “I’m not going to argue about this with you, Lauren. What do you want for dinner?”

“You’re seriously just going to walk away from me instead of talking about it?” Lauren scoffed. “Do you get how fucked up that is?”

“Lauren, I’m not going to spend the 128 hours I have with you arguing, okay? So, yeah, I’m gonna walk away from this and go start making dinner because I can’t do this right now.” Ally retorted, her voice cracking at the end of the sentence.  

Lauren clenched her jaw and pursed her lips with a nod of her head and adverted her eyes to the ground before pushing herself off of the couch and making her way into their shared bedroom within their small home. As the door slammed behind Lauren, Ally’s eyes filled with tears that she couldn’t stop.

Getting into arguments like this with Lauren was one of the many things that Ally tried to avoid whenever Lauren got leave, but she had never been one to bite her tongue, and she wanted her wife to know exactly how she felt about her constant absence.

“…Allyson, I don’t know what you want me to do! I’m a marine, for crying out loud! I was a Marine when I met you in that bar, and I’m going to be a Marine until I decide that I don’t want to be anymore. You’ve known this for how long now? Oh, yeah, five freaking years, Allyson! You act like I decided to join the corps after we got married, but no! This has been my dream my whole freaking life, and I’ll be damned if I walk away because you can’t handle it.”

“So what I think isn’t important?” Ally demanded back at her furious wife, her anger rising within herself as well.

“Did I say that?” Lauren screeched. “No, I didn’t, and that’s not what I think at all, but if you couldn’t handle being with me, then why the hell did you marry me?”

“Because I love you! Because the second you hit on me in that bar I realized that I wanted to be with you, but of course you’re too selfish to realize that.”

“I’m too selfish? I moved to freaking Texas for you, Allyson! I left my family and my friends to be here with you, and you’re going to call me selfish?”

Ally rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “As if I haven’t given up things for you…”

“Like what, Ally?”

“I told you when we were dating that as soon as I got married I wanted children. You knew that going into this, Lauren.”

“No, I seem to remember you saying that and I told you that that isn’t going to be a reality. I don’t plan on leaving the corps until I’ve achieved the highest rank I can achieve. You know that this has been my dream since I was fourteen. Hell, it was the Marines that even brought us together! Do you really think I’d be in some bar in Houston if I wasn’t in the Marines? No. I would have been at some university in Miami studying Law or something.”

Ally sighed angrily and ran her fingers through her hair. “I just don’t understand why every single dream of mine has to be put on hold because of your dreams.”

“Because we don’t have children yet?” Lauren scoffed. “Ally, I’m 27 and you’re 29. We have plenty of time for children, okay? I’d rather rise in ranks now and then leave the Marines while I’m childless than deal with my kids having to ship me off places, okay?”

“So it’s okay for your wife to?”

“Yes, because I thought you understood, but I guess not. I guess every single thing we ever talked through before getting married just goes out the window now, huh? Everything that we planned and everything that we got through is eliminated because you decided that what we have isn’t good enough anymore.” Lauren cleared her throat before shaking her head. “Whatever. I have a flight to catch, and the bakery opens in an hour.”

“We can’t leave with things like this, Lo.”

Lauren shook her head again. “There isn’t anything to change, Allyson. This is exactly what it’s always been. I’m a Marine, and that’s how it’s going to stay, so you can either stick with me like you have been, or…”

“Or what?” Ally bit her lip.

“Or nothing.”

They fixed that argument three days later over a very emotional three hour skype call while Lauren was being stationed on a new base, and things were alright for a while. Ally started seeing a counselor for her anxieties while Lauren was gone, and she even talked to Lauren’s parents and friends about her wife’s ambitions just to understand her unwavering decision a little bit more, and she really did get that the Marines were something that Lauren was passionate about, as the younger girl had told her a million times over that drink they shared in the bar over five years ago. Somewhere along the lines, though, Ally realized that she wanted more from Lauren, and not being about to get it was frustrating beyond belief.

After dinner, Lauren and Ally found themselves falling into a passionate, angry round of lovemaking that left them both feeling much better in the end. The way Lauren kissed Ally made the shorter woman feel so loved and wanted, and she knew from just the sheer passion in the room that Lauren was willing to do just about anything to keep their marriage alive…just not leave the Marines. And Ally was okay with that.

Who’s the messiest?

Surprisingly, Lauren takes the cake on who is the messier one in their relationship. When they share hotel rooms, Lauren’s clothes are tossed around the room messily, and it resembles the TV norm of what a typically teenager’s room looks like.

Dinah doesn’t mind, though. She’d never been one for neatness, and she liked the way Lauren’s clothes smelled. It filled the room with her lavender smelling detergent and her vanilla body spray, which Dinah had grown addicted to.

Though Lauren was the messier one, doesn’t mean that Dinah wasn’t messy, and together their room looked like a tornado hit it within the first few hours of arriving at the hotel. Neither girl minded, though. It gave them a sense of togetherness…and it prevented the other girls from wanting to come spend time in their room which meant they got all the alone time they wanted.

Who does the grocery shopping?

When they finally moved into their own apartment separate from the other three girls, Lauren decided to pick up the grueling task of shopping for her rather hungry girlfriend. Usually she’s ask Normani or Ally to go with her to keep her company, but on special occasions Dinah would offer to tag along with her girlfriend to the super market.

Shopping with Dinah was like shopping with a five-year-old that just got home from a birthday party. She’d place everything she saw in the basket claiming that she had to have it, but Lauren placed it back on the shelf the second the younger girl bounded away excitedly to grab another item.

Returning home was always the least fun when she had to deal with a pouty Dinah who’d realized that all the sugar-filled items she’d placed in the basket hadn’t been bought.

“Baby! Where are all my goodies?” Dinah whined, grimacing at the bag of carrots Lauren had just handed her.

“They’re at the store where they belong, Dinah. You aren’t a child. You don’t need all that sugar.”

The pout would remain on Dinah’s face all day until Lauren pulls her into the bedroom and turns the frown into something completely different with her own mouth.

Who falls asleep with the TV on?

Dinah had tons of reality shows that she loved to watch that came on just about every night, and she insisted on watching them every time they came on. Lauren, who doesn’t really watch TV very much, opts to grab the current book she’d reading and cuddles up to Dinah on the couch while she watches her show. More often than not, Lauren looks up to see the episode almost over and Dinah snoring loudly.

Who excitedly shows YouTube videos to the other one?

Lauren swears that if she sees one more video of Beyonce kissing a fans cheek she’d scream. Not to mention the quality of the video was shaky and loud screams were heard throughout the entire thing, but looking at the joy in Dinah’s was enough to watch every single on.

“Lauren, look!” Dinah cheered. She’d seen her girlfriend staring at her out of the corner of her eye, and she didn’t understand how she could miss what her Queen was doing on the screen. She quickly paused the video and looked at Lauren. “Lo, you’re missing it.”

Lauren giggled and leaned forward to capture Dinah’s lips with her own for a second before pulling away and looked back at the computer screen. “Okay, show me.”

Who takes more pictures of the other?

While more selfies of them together filled Dinah’s camera roll on her phone, Lauren was the one who had managed to capture every moment she’d found cute or hilarious that her girlfriend had done.

The photos ranged from the time that Lauren was reading in bed and Dinah climbed on her to initiate the best make-out session Lauren had ever been a part of (thank goodness she’d managed to take decent pictures while her eyes were closed and her girlfriend’s tongue was down her throat) to the time that Dinah fell asleep at the restaurant they had went to with the girls (bonus points due to the fact that Dinah’s face was painted with kitty whiskers by the clown the a family had hired for their kids birthday).

Lauren’s favorite picture, though, was the picture she’d taken of Dinah after they’d made love and Dinah had pulled on her t-shirt before laying back down with messy hair and a content smile on her face. Lauren quickly pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.

And it was still her lock screen and homescreen wallpaper to this day.

Who spends more time on their phone?

Lauren wanted nothing more than to chuck Dinah’s phone out the window on most occasions. She liked when Dinah showered her with affection, though she pretended she didn’t, and when she was on her phone she wasn’t do that.

“Dinah, pay attention to me!” Lauren whined, pressing her chest against Dinah’s arm. This was one sure-fire way to get Dinah’s attention.

“Babe, I’m just replying to a few fans on twitter, okay?” Dinah replied distractedly.

“No, it’s not okay. I just want to make-out or something, okay?” Lauren replied in a harsher tone.

Dinah waved her off and continued to type away and Lauren swore she would break that fucking phone one day.

Who controls the AC?

As much as Dinah wanted to turn the air down, she knew that Lauren would kill her if she touched the AC. Lauren was the ruler of how hot and cold the apartment could get ever since Dinah turned their home into a sauna and almost melted Lauren’s abundance of crayons she kept in the guest room.

“Lo, I’m freezing.” Dinah mumbled to the girl she held in her arms as they went to bed that night. Dinah couldn’t even feel her toes anymore, and she was beginning to worry if she’s lose them.

“Too bad. I’m warm.” Lauren murmured sleepily and snuggled into Dinah more.

It wasn’t until Dinah placed her freezing toes on Lauren’s warm leg and the older girl screamed at the feeling that she finally turned the AC down.

Who prefers to drive?

If you asked Lauren, she’d say that she was the driver in their relationship, but ever since Dinah received her license, she swore up and down that she was the designated driver. She took the keys from Lauren whenever she got the opportunity to.

It wasn’t that Dinah wasn’t a good driver, because she was, but Lauren didn’t enjoy feeling like she never got a say in who was behind the wheel. Lauren loved to drive, and it was annoying to constantly be driven around like you were a preteen again.

Dinah really just liked the way Lauren looked so serene when she was sitting in the passenger seat, and she didn’t get to see it when Lauren was driving. She enjoyed the way Lauren placed her sunglasses on and laid back in the seat while looking at the passing scenery. It gave Dinah a sense of relaxation, and she’d drive to mars and back in order to see her girlfriend like that.

Who snores?

They both do, but in very different ways.

Lauren, being a natural nose-breather, was the type that let out periodic snores every now and again, and Dinah didn’t mind it was a constantly reminder that Lauren was, in fact, alive. When Lauren was sick and her nose was stuffed, the snores were constant, but still light.  

Dinah, however, was the complete opposite. She was the type that snored heavily as they fell deeper and deeper into the realm of sleep. Usually, Lauren wouldn’t notice the snores due to the fact that she fell asleep before Dinah almost every night, but there were certain nights when she didn’t and she wanted to strangle her girlfriend with her pillow.

But Lauren never said anything, because it wasn’t Dinah’s fault. She couldn’t help the fact that she snored louder than the television sometimes, and Lauren could always just put her headphones in. and if she was being honest, Lauren thought it was cute when Dinah snored at times. The way her mouth hangs open and the slight trail of drool that drips out of her mouth makes her look so innocent, and it warmed Lauren’s heart.

Who cooks breakfast?

If anyone’s cooking in the house, it’s usually Lauren, but neither are really morning people and so they don’t really wake up at the right time to even eat breakfast. Mornings usually start around 11 at their house, and both just opt for a bagel or some cereal.

Lunch is a different story, though. Dinah usually is on her best behavior around lunch time so that she can ask Lauren to cook for her with limited possibility of her saying no.

Lauren doesn’t mind cooking for her girlfriend either. It’s better than risking letting Dinah into the kitchen and ending up with either burnt food, a burned girlfriend, or their apartment setting fire.  

Who shows more PDA?

Neither.

They really aren’t a couple that liked to show PDA simply because they didn’t need that kind of attention on themselves. Everywhere they went people had phones which meant there was a possibility of a photo being taken, and neither needed that kind of stress in their lives.

There is, however, one thing that sets off something in either woman that pushed them to throw themselves—jealously.

Whenever Dinah noticed anyone’s eyes lingering on her girlfriend for more than a few seconds, she was quick to throw her arm around Lauren’s waist and pull her into her own body. Depending on how severe the jealousy was there might have been some neck kisses or even a peck, but nothing more intense than that. Dinah knew that Lauren was hers and only hers.

Lauren was a different story.

A girl or guy looking at Dinah sent her into a fit of rage and her normally bright eyes darkened into forest green orbs of anger.

“Dinah, switch seats with me.” Lauren demanded, bumping Dinah’s hips with her own to urge her out of the booth.

“What? Why?” Dinah asked, looking up from the menu at her girlfriend. Normani and Masi who were sitting opposite of them watched with curious eyes.

“That bitch over there keeps staring at you like you’re some kind of food, and I just don’t need to deal with that right now.”

Dinah rolled her eyes and slid out of the booth and let Lauren climb out too before she slid into the window seat. When Lauren slid in beside her, Dinah smirked at her girlfriend’s angry eyes.

“Don’t fucking smirk at me, Hansen. If you ever even glance that way, you’re sleeping on the fucking couch.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dinah chuckled, looking back at the menu. Her chuckles only got louder when Masi decided to glance at the woman, earning a slap on the arm from Normani.

“Ow! What?” Masi whined, rubbing his arm.

Normani glared at her boyfriend. “Don’t look at her.”

“What? She wasn’t looking at me! She was checking Dinah out.” Masi defended before grabbing his drink and taking a sip, mumbling something about psycho girlfriends under his breath.

Later that evening, when Lauren noticed the girl still glancing over, she pulled Dinah in for a kiss so steamy that it left them both light headed.

“I think Dinah just came in her pants.” Normani laughed.

“Good.” Lauren smirked. “You’re mine Hansen.”

“Always.” Dinah smiled.

Who initiates sex more?

Dinah is the definite horndog in their relationship, but Lauren was the one that usually stated when she was ready for some action.

“Dinah,” Lauren called, looking up from her book. Dinah was on facetime with Camila who was showing her Austin asleep beside her in his bed.

“What, Lo?” Dinah replied not looking up from her phone. She was too busy taking screen shots so that she could post them all over her Instagram and snapchat later on.

Lauren took a deep breath and lulled her head back. “Can we have sex? I’m really in the mood.”

Camila let out a gasp at the words. “Lauren! That’s a private conversation to have to China!”

“Camz, shut up and cuddle with your boyfriend. I need Dinah to take care of a few things.”

“I’ll call you later, Walla. I usually wear Lo out, so I’ll call you when she’s asleep.”

“Deal.”

Lauren’s POV

I sigh as my phone alarm clock goes off at 4:30 am alerting me that I have to in glamz in the next fifteen minutes. I was the unlucky one that had to go first this morning, and I hated myself for losing rock, paper, scissors last night. Damn Camila and all her freaking skills at that game.

I felt the arm wrapped tightly around me waist pull me closer in its tight grip and looked back over my shoulder to see my snoring girlfriend, Dinah Jane. The light snores indicated that she was in a deep sleep, and it was going to be hell trying to get out of bed without waking her.

Let me tell you something about my girlfriend. Waking her up works one of two ways: either she’s in such a deep sleep that you cannot wake her without nearly shoving her off the bed, or she wakes up with the slightest of movements and is the worst grumpus you’ll ever had to deal with. Right now, I’m hoping for the first option.

I slowly slide my body from under her protective arm, but stopped when I felt the arm tighten around my waist yet again and I was pulled back into Dinah’s warm chest.

“No, stay.” Dinah mumbled in her sleepy voice. Her eyes were still closed, and I could tell that she was still half asleep. This is the second option I was talking about, but without the crankiness, which is new.

“Baby, I have glamz in fifteen. I can’t stay.” I reply in a hush whisper. Normani is sharing the full sized bed beside us, and waking her up before her time is like an early death wish.

Dinah sighed and cracked one deep brown orb open to look at me. “I don’t want you to leave. I’m so comfy and warm.” She whined.

I turned completely in her arms and wrapped my free arm around her waist. “I know, but that’s the life we live, babe. We have tons of interviews today, and if I’m late, it’s going to throw everyone off.”

“You’re right.” Dinah sighed and pulled her arm from around my waist, liberating me from my loving confines. “What number am I again?”

“Fourth.” I remind her. I’m pretty sure she cheated at the game by conspiring with Camila beforehand, but suggesting that that is what happened meant that I’d have to face angry Dinah, and that’s not fun.

“Right.” Dinah nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you in two hours.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned down to capture Dinah’s lips between my own for a short kiss before pulling away and making my way into the bathroom for my shower.

By the time Normani, Ally, and I are done, the sun has peaked over the trees and it meant that it was time to wake Dinah up.

“I’m not doing it.” Normani shook her head. “No, last time she threatened to break my Beyoncé CD.”

“You know she wouldn’t do that, though.” I countered. “She loves Bey just as much as you do.”

“Well, I can’t do it! She literally told the whole world that me waking her up is her pet peeve! I don’t like her being mad at me.”

“So that leaves you, Lauren.” Normani pointed at me.

“What? You think that I want my girlfriend mad at me?” I scoffed. Angry Dinah was never fun to deal with, and when she’s mad at me it meant that I didn’t get all her cuddles. It also usually meant that there’d be a huge freaking Caminah all over Twitter and Vine for the next three days.

Stupid Caminah.

“Lauren, I think you should do it. I mean, ya’ll have been together long enough for you two to tolerate being mad at each other for a little while.”

“No.” I pouted. “I don’t like when my Boobear is mad at me.” I reply in a baby voice.

“Suck it up!” Normani demanded, pulling me towards the hotel room door and pushing me out into the hallway. “Go wake your girlfriend up and don’t come back until she’s with you.”

I pout to myself and slowly trot down the hallway towards our room. When I arrived at the door, I couldn’t help but to smile at the thought of my Dinah resting so peacefully on the other side of the door. I slide my key into the lock and push my way into the room to see Dinah sprawled out like a starfish on the bed with light snores falling from her mouth a few seconds.

I take a deep breath and slowly walk over to the bed before climbing onto it and sitting up on me knees so that I was slightly hovering over Dinah’s body.

“DJ?” I gently push her shoulder. “DJ, baby, you have to get up.”

Nothing.

“DJ,” I place both hands on her shoulders and shake a little bit harder. “DJ, it’s time to wake up.”

Still nothing.

I sigh and shake harder this time, not really caring about being gentle anymore, but I still get nothing. No groans, no movement, nothing. Just light snores.

This is what I meant by deep sleep when it came to Dinah. I knew that I’d have to try a different approach if I want her to wake up, and so I lay down beside her so that my head with on the pillow just beside hers and our lips are just centimeters apart.

“Dinah.” I call a little huskier. “Baby, wake up.”

When I don’t get a response, I lean forward and gently trace her lips with my middle finger, allowing my index finger to gently trail across her cheek. “Dinah.”

This time, Dinah groans a little and licks her lips in her sleep. Pleased with my accomplishment, I continue my ministrations, but the effect wears off after a few minutes. Feeling bold, I lean forward and complete the same action but with the tip of my tongue. I let the muscle move from her lips to her cheek a few times, and I could feel the heat rising on Dinah’s face within seconds.

“Lo…” she squeaked, unconsciously leaning into the embrace. “That feels so good.”

Instead of replying, I allow her to pull me in for what had to be hottest, wettest kiss I had ever had in all my eighteen years of life.

Let me tell you, Dinah Jane Hansen is a damn good kisser.

When we pull away, we’re both slightly flustered. “Mm, you can wake me up like that every day of the week.” She whispers in a raspy voice.

I smirk and bite my lip. “Hm, deal.”