Quinnchelle:

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Quinn. At first she spent much of her time on La Huerta at first being afraid to get too close to anyone, afraid of burdening them with her terminal diagnosis. After being healed, Quinn had a lot of inner confusion as she adjusted to her new reality; through it all, Michelle was always there as a sort of emotional anchor for her. It wasn't long before Quinn realized just how much she wanted Michelle in her life; not just as a friend, but as something more.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Quinn was very shut down to any romantic thoughts prior to her recovery, as mentioned above. After being healed, she quickly became open to the idea, though Michelle took a little longer to come around. It took Quinn flat-out asking Michelle on a date for her to acknowledge her feelings.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Quinn would've been sad at the idea that anyone would be "cursed" to be the soulmate of someone like her who was destined for a short life. She'd have hoped Michelle found someone who could stick around for her a bit longer, if possible. Michelle probably would've been a little skeptical of the idea of a "soulmate" at all but gradually opened up to the idea of dating Quinn.

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Quinn initiated; it wasn't long after she was healed that she decided to take the risk and ask Michelle out. She asked her while at the Elysian Lodge with the other Catalysts; Michelle was a little hesitant at first but finally acknowledged that she was starting to feel something for Quinn and was willing to try it out. Quinn was very relieved and somehow managed to be even cheerier than usual for the rest of the night, a feat the others acknowledged should probably have been impossible.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

They had two, actually! Their first first date was at the Vaanti festival of shak'nalen, a rough equivalent to Thanksgiving. The two of them danced, enjoyed some Vaanti games, and ate plenty of food! The other Catalysts were all incredibly supportive and happy to see the two of them find each other.

Later, after returning from La Huerta, Michelle had the idea to ask Quinn out on a "second first date" now that they were back home. It was a bit silly, but it was really a way to take Quinn (and her own) mind off of everything that had happened. She took her to a fancy restaurant in downtown Northbridge, and then afterward to visit the opening of The Grand nightclub nearby. Here, they briefly ran into Sasha Stevens, who Quinn realized had a strong aura, similar to the one she'd started to notice around the Czasa twins near the end of their time on La Huerta. They quickly lost sight of her, and put the strange aura out of their minds as they enjoyed the rest of their night before returning to Michelle's dorm and spending the night together.

A few weeks later, Quinn would remember what she'd spotted that night. She immediately reaches out to Estela and Jake with what she'd found, leading them to investigate Northbridge further... but that's another story altogether!

3. What was their first kiss like?

New Year's Eve at midnight, at the tallest platform of Elyys'tel during the Catalysts' second New Year's party. They were both a little shy about it at first, but then Quinn took her attitude of "living life to the fullest" and went in for the kiss. Michelle reciprocated, to plenty of cheers and whoops from the rest of the Catalysts.

1. Who said “I love you” first?

Michelle! They were falling asleep together late at night in Elyys'tel; she didn't think Quinn could hear her at first, and was a bit surprised when she heard a mumbled "Love you too, 'Chelle."

It turned out Quinn hadn't remembered hearing that the next morning, but Michelle asking her was essentially saying it again, and Quinn reciprocated, this time while wide awake!

7. What are their favorite things to do together?

If you asked Quinn, she'd say "Anything as long as we're together." But, to be more precise, they really love having time to themselves; a night cuddled up on the couch together watching a movie is heaven for the two of them. They also enjoy baking together. Despite plenty of practice, Michelle hasn't gotten very good at it, but Quinn appreciates her effort and enthusiasm for helping out. They don't really have much fun when out in large groups; their experiences on La Huerta have set them apart from the rest of the world in a way they can't quite place, much like the other Catalysts. For that reason, they're always eager to invite some or all of the Catalysts to visit any chance they can. Furball appreciates the attention, too!

9. Who’s more protective?

Michelle tends to be the more protective of the two in most situations. She will not tolerate anyone insulting or belittling Quinn or herself and always makes her anger known very quickly. In contrast, it takes a lot to make Quinn truly furious, but when she does... the powers that awakened on La Huerta are enough to scare off most "normal" threats fairly quickly.

Namasiao:

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Zahra proposes a few years after returning from La Huerta. She dropped increasingly obvious hints to Craig, who missed each and every one of them, including straight up asking "you ever think about gettin' married?" to which he replied "well, yeah, of course we should" but didn't follow up whatsoever. She later went out and bought simple matching engagement rings, asked Craig the big question, then as soon as he said 'yes,' she put the ring on his finger telling him "You're stuck with me now!" He was, of course, plenty happy with that arrangement.

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

As fitting Zahra and Craig, they had a very small wedding, held in the most isolated place they could think of: La Huerta, the Celestial ballroom. (It also helped that Aleister and Grace didn't charge them a cent for the venue.) The Catalysts and some of the Vaanti were invited, along with a few others they had met during their adventures. It was a Catalyst party like no other, and mostly an excuse for everyone to drink a lot, but they wouldn't have had it any other way.

6. Who worries the most?

Craig worries about every possibility under the sun, including those that are completely outrageous ("what if a meteor hits the bridge today and we fall in the ocean while driving and drown?") Zahra's better at keeping him down-to-earth and prefers to stay realistic. It does annoy her a bit that the definition of "realistic" keeps getting stretched with each new adventure they and the other Catalysts find themselves wrapped up in, as Craig is fond of reminding her.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Zahra always insists on taking care of it herself, since whenever Craig tries to kill a bug, he usually ends up destroying everything in the room except the bug in question.

10. Who’s the better cook?

The one thing that Craig can cook is scrambled eggs, for some reason, which is still one more food dish than Zahra can cook. Their diet largely consists of take-out and frozen meals, save the rare occasions when one of the other Catalysts (typically Quinn or Raj) decides to cook for them while visiting.

Atlas/Beckett ("Batlas? "Ackett?" never mind those are both terrible)

1. How did they first meet?

Their first meeting was in Penderghast's library, though Beckett didn't realize it at the time since Atlas was in disguise as her twin sister Fiora. Atlas was looking for information on the Dread, and encountered Beckett early in the morning.

Beckett's first time meeting Atlas not disguised was during the surprise birthday party for Fiora. He was completely taken off-guard by the reveal that Fiora had a twin sister who he had been interacting with all this time, though he tried to pretend he'd known all along (no one believed him.)

2. What was their first impression of each other?

Atlas found Beckett annoying at first, especially in her efforts to not be noticed while in disguise as Fiora. Gradually, particularly once she no longer had to disguise herself any more, she started to respect Beckett for his abilities.

Beckett, for his part, didn't realize it was Atlas he was talking to, and simply thought "Fiora" was behaving strangely on the occasions he saw her in disguise. After the reveal, things made a lot more sense to him. He was reluctantly impressed by her abilities with her Water- and Energy-Attunement, and quickly started to see her in a competitive light.

3. Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Zeph, from the moment he discovered Atlas existed. He even physically dragged Beckett over to ask Atlas to the gala, since he was reluctant to do it himself. Fiora was also very encouraging of the two of them, but in a less overt way than Zeph.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Neither one could say when exactly their mutual competitiveness and respect for one another evolved into true friendship, and from there into romance. It sort of happened over time; they don't even have an anniversary of their first date. They use Atlas and Fiora's birthday, since that was the first time they met with Atlas out of disguise. Their feelings grew naturally, and by the end of Beckett's second year at Penderghast they were official.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Not when it comes to romantic feelings, but in terms of friendship, Atlas was very reluctant. It took some time before she was willing to let the Pend Pals--including Beckett--truly befriend her.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Beckett would laugh and explain fifteen different scholarly proofs as to why the idea of a "soulmate" has been thoroughly debunked by the highest Attuned scientists.

Atlas would send you flying into the nearest body of water, or create her own if there was none nearby.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Atlas would still open up to the others as friends, but she likely would have taken a long time before she found someone equally as skilled and driven as Beckett to impress her. She probably would have ended up spending a lot more time with Fiora and Shreya, simply because they're the only family she'd have.

Beckett, likewise, would not find a romantic partner for many years, if at all, simply because of his incredibly high standards. He would live most of his life alone and would not go out of his way much to seek out the others. The other Pend Pals would end up forcing him to join in on their get-togethers.

...And, of course, Beckett III, Evie, little Zeph, and Rel would never have existed. Though the house would still be standing at least, so there's that.

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“You’ve been quite needy since we’ve won.”Annabelle laughs afterward, gliding into the room wearing her own nightgown.Her skin looks radiant in the candlelight that left the room aglow with ease.“Though, so have I.” She brushes her hands through her hair looking of Hannah’sform.

“I don’t want to lose you again. I feel asthough I have to hold on tight.” Hannah admits, pushing herself up on the bed.“Have I told you, you look quite ravishing in that?” Hannah chews on her lowerlip her cheeks flushing red as Annabelle shakes her head happily.

“Oh, Hannah. Whatever would I do without you?You will never lose me again. My home is with you forever.” She approaches thebed, sitting on the edge before turning to face Hannah. Her hands finding bothof Hannah’s cheeks, caressing them with gentle ease and care. A warmth rushingthrough her chest as she falls into Miss Parsons’ embrace her, she could hearher heart thudding in her chest as she rests her hands-on Annabelle’s wrists,her fingers tracing light patterns against her smooth skin.

“I simply don’t deserve your sweetnessAnnabelle.” Hannah whispers pulling her hands away from Miss Parsons nuzzlinginto her calming embrace. She wraps her hands around Annabelle’s neck, runningher fingers gently through the ends of Annabelle’s hair the curls lingering inher touch.

Miss Parsons move to her hands down Hannah’scheeks, following the curve of her neck descending into her shoulders. Her skinsmooth from her skincare routine and warmth under Annabelle’s fingertips, shewanted to feel all of her all at once. She longed to touch Hannah every nightthey were forced away from one another and now with Hannah in her arms, she feltthe entire world at her fingertips. Her fingers brush the skin of hercollarbone, letting her fingers trace over the bones, her lips parted inanticipation, without following through with a teasing smile on her lips asHannah’s draws in her breath. She moves her fingers to begin brushing down thestraps of her gown leaving her shoulders bare, her eyes heavy with hungerlooking over Hannah’s gorgeous features.

Annabelle leans down pressing a lingering kissto the small strip of skin behind Hannah’s ear. Before moving further towardsher ear, her teeth pulling on the lobe of Hannah’s ear gathering a gentle moanfrom her lover. Hannah’s fingers tighten on Annabelle’s nightgown as she slidesherself on top of Hannah sitting on her lap.

Annabelle’s hands trace up and down her arms,her nails scratching at the skin leaving Hannah gasping for more as her lipslinger over Hannah’s own. Pushing herself into the kiss, she draws Hannahcloser with one hand resting her hand on the back of her neck pulling her bodyflush against her own. Her kisses fiery and fulfilling maintaining the gentlesweetness that Annabelle is known for. Hannah’s mind rushes with thoughts, apleasure shooting through her body, her chest wanting to explode into fireworksand scream to the heavens how much she cherished Annabelle and her love.

“Every inch of you is the most incrediblething God has ever created,” Annabelle whispers against her skin, her lipsmoving from Hannah’s own to her jaw. Annabelle sucks on the sensitive part ofHannah’s neck, drawing her teeth against the sensitive skin drawing color toher neck. After leaving a hickey on Hannah’s neck, her kisses her nose leaningover Hannah again.

“Would it be alright for me to undress you, mylove?” Annabelle asks, Hannah nods eagerly a smile pulling at her lips. Herhands pull on Annabelle’s nightgown for support her head falling back with amoan as Annabelle continues her trail of kisses down to Hannah’s collarbone.Her legs straddling both of Hannah’s as she lowers her lips to the ample skin,nipping playfully at her collarbone Hannah’s toes curling with desire. “You aresimply the most beautiful woman God ever created.”

“Annabelle…” Hannah moans out, as Annabellemoves her hands to the back of Hannah’s nightgown starting to toy with thestrings of her corset loosening them to help Hannah out of her nightgown.Hannah’s eyes fall closed as Annabelle pulls her nightgown away from Hannah’sbody her fingers exploring the newly exposed skin of Hannah’s body. The tips ofher fingers brushing against Hannah’s breasts causing her body to arch intoAnnabelle’s form. Her lips leaving a trail of sweet kisses down her cheststopping at her breasts, she never desired a woman more than she desired Hannah.She loved the softness of Hannah’s skin against her own, how her touch madeHannah melt into putty in her arms, there were so many things to love about thewoman underneath and nothing would stop her from cherishing her as she deserved.She kisses her breast sweetly, before moving from her breasts down to theexposed skin of her stomach gently kissing her warm body. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Hannah.” She kisses her again,“With my whole heart. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.” Shecontinues to caress Hannah’s bosom and she tenderly kisses her exposed skinleaving Hannah soft to her touch. Hannah then helps Annabelle out of her ownnightgown undoing the corset that held her clothes to her body, pushingAnnabelle out of her gown dropping the fabric off the side of the bed. Shelowers Annabelle onto her back, kissing her heart her fingers smoothing overAnnabelle’s skin. “Hannah…”

Annabelle pulls the duvet over her andHannah’s bodies, both of their chests heaving and smiles on their faces as thesnuggle into one another. Their bodies wet with sweat as Annabelle plucks a ragoff of her table bringing it to Hannah’s face wiping away the lingering sweaton her face. She drags the dry rag down to her neck and her shoulders cleaningher from sweat before doing the same to herself.

“Annabelle?” Hannah asks.

“Yes, my love?” Annabelle hums placing the ragback onto the table turning her attention to Hannah. Her eyes sweet and kind asshe places her hand on Annabelle’s cheek stroking the skin before brushing aloose strand of Annabelle’s curly hair behind her ear.

“I amhome.” she whispers, leaning in to kiss Annabellesweetly on the lips. “Whenever I’m with you, I am home.”

“You’re dropping your right,” she said idly as Taylor blocked another punch from Jake, sweat sticking her hair to her forehead. Jake’s eyes flicked south, and he aimed a jab at her ribs, which she narrowly managed to redirect. She lifted a leg and aimed a sharp kick to his solar-plex, forcing him to stumble back out of range, dropping into a crouch to steady himself.

“Thank you, Estela,” Taylor said, with the tightly patient tone she took after Aleister had made one too many barbed comments in her direction. Estela frowned. She didn’t like it when Taylor took that tone with her. The poor woman already had to put up with enough, between Sean and Jake’s will-they-won’t-they posturing contests, Craig and Zahra’s unresolved romantic tension and Aleister’s obvious pining for Grace. Keeping the peace between the resort residents wasn’t easy, and Estela was no diplomat. She didn’t like the idea of contributing to Taylor’s stress.

“Jake’s weak on his left side since he leads with it. You can disrupt his balance at the ankle.” Jake sputtered as he struck forward again, Taylor crouching and dodging to the side, teeth gritted.

“Hey, Ellen Ripley! Whose side are you on?” His brows furrowed and his lip stuck out in a childish pout. Estela gave him a sweet smile, watching as he kicked some sand at Taylor and proceeded to launch at her again. Taylor rolled nimbly out of the way and leapt to her feet again, pummeling Jake with a barrage of punches.

“Always come back to a defensive that guards your face,” Taylor’s brows furrowed further, “and make sure you don’t slack on your right, or you’ll give Jake an opening. Alternate your jabs, he’s predicting your pattern.”

“Just call me Mister Miyagi,” Jake smirked, a punch whistling just past Taylor’s ear. She let out a frustrated growl from between clenched teeth, arm striking upward to capture Jake’s elbow between her forearm and her bicep. “Wha-” said Jake.

And then Taylor flipped him. Estela’s heart skipped a beat, furious blush crawling down her neck. Taylor’s arm yanked down and toward the inside of her opposite knee, sending Jake head over heels. He landed hard on his back, a pained wheeze escaping him as sand fluttered in all directions. Taylor stood over him, one foot on his chest, panting hard. She took a moment to compose herself, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and wiping the sweat from her forehead on the back of her arm.

“I believe,” she said, “that makes you Daniel-san.” Jake groaned.

“Wasn’t enough to crush my ego, you had to go and set it on fire too?” Taylor smirked.

“Everything’s better with fire.” She reached a hand out, clapping it into Jake’s and yanking him to his feet. “Thanks for the lesson, Jake… Estela.” Taylor’s tone took on an oddly collected quality that made Estela’s stomach fall. Jake waved her away, stumbling over to his belongings to take a swig from his water bottle. Taylor took a deep breath, lacing her fingers together and cupping the back of her head as she wandered toward the sea.

Estela hauled herself to her feet and stumbled after her, brushing the sand from the backs of her thighs. Behind her, she heard Jake’s voice raise an octave, and a rumbling laugh. Sean had almost definitely been watching, which meant Jake would be preoccupied trying to win back his wounded pride. Which meant Jake would trail Sean like a lost puppy. Which meant Estela would be alone. On the beach. With Taylor. Who was half dressed.

“That was a nice move you pulled,” Estela said shyly, taking a step into the water beside Taylor. The other girl jumped, her face flickering with many emotions, before she shrugged and lifted her arms into the air, enjoying the salty breeze.

“Thanks,” she said dryly, “good to know there’s at least one thing you think I can do right.” Estela flinched.

“What-”

“Look, I get it, okay,” Taylor said, sigh irritable, “you’re hard on me because I’m weak and untrained, and whatever’s coming with the watchers I have to be prepared or else the rest of the community could suffer, and blah and blah and blah. I get it, Estela. They’re my friends too, you don’t think I worry?” Estela suddenly felt very, very cold.

“That’s not-”

“It’s just, it’s really hard to remain optimistic about all this, and especially about my chances when you’re just so… so…” at loss for words, Taylor held her hands out in a mock-strangling position and shook them, “ugh! I’m trying, okay? I really am, but like… a few nights ago I was just a college student slogging through all nighters and shitty mandatory courses and now I’m going to fight a race of potentially alien inhabitants on a tropical island with weird time discrepancies and it would be a lot easier if you could stop hating me for long enough to be constructive!”

“Hate you?” Estela was flabbergasted, jaw hanging open. She shook herself suddenly, violently. “No! No, I don’t hate you. I like you! More than like you! Like, like-like you! I’m flirting with you!”

“Flirting with me?!”

“Yes!” Estela’s eyes were wide. Taylor had thought she hated her? The thought made Estela want to crawl into bed and bawl her eyes out, and then get impossibly drunk off of one of Raj’s genius cocktail concoctions. “I’ve been giving you advice! To make sure you can beat Jake, because if you can beat Jake, you can stand against the Watchers, and that’s… that’s important to me because- because, well… I would hate if anything… happened to you.”

“Oh my god,” Taylor was wide-eyed now too, shocked, “you were flirting. Oh my god.” She burst into laughter, howling laughter as merriment took over her face. She doubled over, hands on her knees as her shoulders shook hard. “Estela,” she said, sounding short of breath, “I appreciate it, I really do, but most people’s idea of flirting is telling someone they have a nice ass. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh,” Estela blinked, and then leaned back for a second, “you have a nice ass.” Taylor laughed harder, her body heaving with almost violent shakes now. Estela couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in her throat. She tipped her head back, putting both hands over her face as she descended into a fit of hiccuping laughter to match Taylor’s.

“You thought I hated you,” she groaned, pulling her hands away to glance sideways at the other girl. Taylor was smiling at her now, shoulders still jumping with silent chuckles. Grinning, she reached out for Estela.

“I don’t anymore,” she said, hands pressing against Estela’s cheeks. With a surprising amount of strength, she pulled Estela forward, pressing their lips together. Estela laughed, letting Taylor’s lips swallow the sound. Both of them were smiling too broadly for their lips to even fit together, teeth clacking more than anything, but Estela couldn’t bring herself to care.

Her hands settled on Taylor’s hips, tugging her closer as the other girl’s arms draped around her neck, fiddling idly with loose strands of hair at the base of her bun. Taylor’s grin subsided to something more manageable, and Estela leaned into her, pressing slow, easy kisses to her lips.

“You’ve been quite needy since we’ve won.” Annabelle laughs afterward, gliding into the room wearing her own nightgown. Her skin looks radiant in the candlelight that left the room aglow with ease. “Though, so have I.” She brushes her hands through her hair looking of Hannah’s form.

“I don’t want to lose you again. I feel as though I have to hold on tight.” Hannah admits, pushing themselves up on the bed. “Have I told you, you look quite ravishing in that?” Hannah chews on their lower lip their cheeks flushing red as Annabelle shakes her head happily.

“Oh, Hannah. Whatever would I do without you? You will never lose me again. My home is with you forever.” She approaches the bed, sitting on the edge before turning to face Hannah. Her hands finding both of Hannah’s cheeks, caressing them with gentle ease and care. A warmth rushing through their chest as they fall into Miss Parsons’ embrace, she could hear their heart thudding in their chest as they rest their hands-on Annabelle’s wrists, fingers tracing light patterns against her smooth skin.

“I simply don’t deserve your sweetness Annabelle.” Hannah whispers pulling their hands away from Miss Parsons nuzzling into her calming embrace. They wrap their hands around Annabelle’s neck, running their fingers gently through the ends of Annabelle’s hair the curls lingering in their touch.

Miss Parsons moves her hands down Hannah’s cheeks, following the curve of their neck descending into their shoulders. Their skin smooth from their skincare routine and warm under Annabelle’s fingertips, she wanted to feel all of them all at once. She longed to touch Hannah every night they were forced away from one another and now with Hannah in her arms, she felt the entire world at her fingertips. Her fingers brush the skin of their collarbone, letting her fingers trace over the bones, her lips parted in anticipation, without following through with a teasing smile on her lips as Hannah’s draws in their breath. She moves her fingers to begin brushing down the straps of Hannah’s gown leaving their shoulders bare, her eyes heavy with hunger looking over Hannah’s stunning features.

Annabelle leans down pressing a lingering kiss to the small strip of skin behind Hannah’s ear. Before moving further towards her ear, her teeth pulling on the lobe of Hannah’s ear gathering a gentle moan from her lover. Hannah’s fingers tighten on Annabelle’s nightgown as she slides herself on top of Hannah sitting on their lap.

Annabelle’s hands trace up and down their arms, her nails scratching at the skin leaving Hannah gasping for more as her lips linger over Hannah’s own teasing them. Pushing herself into the kiss, she draws Hannah closer with one hand resting her hand on the back of their neck pulling their body flush against her own. Her kisses fiery and fulfilling maintaining the gentle sweetness that Annabelle is known for. Hannah’s mind rushes with thoughts, a pleasure shooting through their body, their chest wanting to explode into fireworks and scream to the heavens how much they cherished Annabelle and her love.

“Every inch of you is the most incredible thing God has ever created.” Annabelle whispers against their skin, her lips moving from Hannah’s own to their jaw. Annabelle sucks on the sensitive part of Hannah’s neck, drawing her teeth against the sensitive skin drawing color to Hannah’s neck. After leaving a hickey on Hannah’s neck, she kisses their nose leaning over Hannah again.

“Would it be alright for me to undress you, my love?” Annabelle asks, Hannah nods eagerly a smile pulling at their lips. Their hands pull on Annabelle’s nightgown for support, head falling back with a moan as Annabelle continues her trail of kisses down to Hannah’s collarbone. Her legs straddling both of Hannah’s as she lowers her lips to the ample skin, nipping playfully at their collarbone Hannah’s toes curling with desire. “You are simply the most beautiful person God ever created.”

“Annabelle…” Hannah moans out, as Annabelle moves her hands to the back of Hannah’s nightgown starting to toy with the strings of their corset loosening them to help Hannah out of the nightgown. Hannah’s eyes fall closed as Annabelle pulls Hannah’s nightgown away from Hannah’s body her fingers exploring the newly exposed skin of Hannah’s body. The tips of her fingers brushing against Hannah’s breasts causing their body to arch into Annabelle’s form. Her lips leaving a trail of sweet kisses down their chest stopping at their breasts, she never desired a person more than she desired Hannah. She loved the softness of Hannah’s skin against her own, how her touch made Hannah melt into putty in her arms, there were so many things to love about the person underneath her and nothing would stop her from cherishing them as they deserved. She kisses their breasts sweetly, before moving from their breasts down to the exposed skin of their stomach gently kissing their warm body. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Hannah.” She kisses them again, “With my whole heart. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.” She continues to caress Hannah’s bosom and tenderly kiss their exposed skin leaving Hannah soft to her touch. Hannah then helps Annabelle out of her own nightgown undoing the corset that held her clothes to her body, pushing Annabelle out of her gown dropping the fabric off the side of the bed. They lower Annabelle onto her back, kissing her heart their fingers smoothing over Annabelle’s skin. “Hannah…”

Annabelle pulls the duvet over her and Hannah’s bodies, both of their chests heaving and smiles on their faces as the snuggle into one another. Their bodies wet with sweat as Annabelle plucks a rag off of her table bringing it to Hannah’s face wiping away the lingering sweat on their face. She drags the dry rag down to their neck and their shoulders cleaning them from sweat before doing the same to herself.

“Annabelle?” Hannah asks.

“Yes, my love?” Annabelle hums placing the rag back onto the table turning her attention to Hannah. Their eyes sweet and kind as they place their hand on Annabelle’s cheek stroking the skin before brushing a loose strand of Annabelle’s curly hair behind her ear.

“I am home.” they whisper, leaning in to kiss Annabelle sweetly on the lips. “Whenever I’m with you, I am home.”