Sleep was almost impossible to prevent at this stage, and Helena found the only thing keeping her awake were the slight tremors and shudders Dylan was causing as her nails and fingertips glided softly up and down her sides. “You better not get too comfortable,” She whispered out, her words almost blurring together but for the effort she was putting in to stop herself from falling into the land of unconsciousness, “the sun will be up soon and you’ll have to get up.” 

If she had the energy to, Dylan would have shrugged back, but instead she merely answered with, “I have plenty of time yet…if you’re tired, you should get in bed. I’ll only be another hour at the latest before I join you.”

“I’m not even tired,” Helena yawned back, trying to ignore the way she felt Dylan smiling at her through the warmth of her skin. 

* * *

Helena shivered slightly as she hugged the blanket to her. They had both somehow managed to pull on some articles of clothing, though the chill of dawn still had Helena’s feet numbing against the ground as she watched Dylan set up her camera outside. From the beautiful view of the beach, Dylan began to record as the first signs of sunlight began to peek in the air, turning the sky into a tie-dye print of navy and pale blue shades. 

“It’s so beautiful,” Helena whispered out as she saw the great orb of fire appearing over the horizon. She couldn’t remember the last time she had stayed up all night just to see the sun rise. Having the camera steadily positioned on a stand and recording the scene, Dylan shuffled towards her with a smile, fighting for a place inside the blanket. Standing together, both women remained silent until the sun was efficiently visible and Dylan began to take her camera down and back inside. 

Sighing and dropping the blanket, allowing it to pool at her feet, Helena quietly stated, “I’m going to bed,” before slinking off back into the bedroom. Smiling, Dylan quickly packed up her camera and tape and followed suit, making her own way into the bedroom and losing a few layers. Once she was beneath the sheets, Dylan looked into the face of her girlfriend for a short while before deciding, on the off chance that Helena was still awake, to turn her back to her. Once her eyes were closed and she was ready to drift into slumber, she felt a warm arm encircle her waist, followed quickly by a heated body pressed against her back. 

As Helena took her often-voiced favourite position, she placed a gentle kiss against Dylan’s back and smiled as the burning glow of sunshine through the closed blinds and curtains bathed the bedroom in a tropical orange, finally allowing both women to drift off into a peaceful sleep.