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“Goodnight,” Tina whispered, closing her eyes as she studied the rhythmic beating of Bette’s heart; feeling safe and secure for the first time in a while.
“Night, baby,” Bette whispered back; a lone tear falling down her cheek as she snuggled deeper into the blonde; her eyes closing for the rest of the night.
French Quarter- Friday 9 AM
Golden rays broke through the slivers of the blinds; casting moving shadows onto the dark comforter covering two entangled bodies. The room was quiet except for the sound of the fan cooling the room and the deep breathing falling from brunette lips.
Tina looked around the room- her fingers twirling around dark mangled curls that were cascaded across her chest. Smiling softly as she felt soft breathing against her right breast; she looked to her left to see the time. A green flashing light marking 9:04 AM was being shown on the old alarm clock.
Humming softly to herself as the blonde knew she had a couple more hours before she had anything planned; she continued the gently caress the curls on her chest. Feeling the sudden change in the brunette’s breathing, Tina looked down- a small smile masking her face as she saw Bette repeatedly blink.
“Mornin’,” Tina said- her voice a bit husky as she tucked a messy strand of brown behind Bette’s ear.
Bette looked up; confusion was written across her face before a large smile appeared, “morning.”
“You looked like you just saw a ghost,” Tina whispered- her hand stilling onto the mattress as she looked into the dark eyes below her.
“No…” Bette shook her head, her body moving away from Tina’s as she tried to sit up next to her. “I just- I thought it was a dream.”
“Oh?” Tina questioned, following the brunette’s eyes as they dropped down to the blonde’s chest. “Babe… my eyes are up here, hon.”
“Huh?” Bette questioned, shaking the sleepiness from her head as she reconnected her eyes to the blonde’s.
“Never mind,” Tina smiled, biting her lower lip as the white sheet slipped an inch down the brunette’s chest. “I hope you don’t mind…”
“Mind what?” Bette questioned, eyes furrowing as she looked down at her chest to see it covered in dark red and purple marks. “Wow… looked a lot different last night.”