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Research

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The tired athlete shut the door with a relieved sigh. After a long day of practice she was so happy to be home.

Setting her gym bag down Dana called out, "Hey Al, I’m home."

Receiving no response, Dana walked through the condo to Alice’s home office figuring the writer was caught up on an article.

When the athlete found Alice, the blonde was staring intently at her computer screen, reading something.

About to call out another greeting, the brunette abruptly stopped as she took in the sight before her.

It was safe to say that Dana knew Alice better than herself. A tilt of the head, a playful smirk, a raised eyebrow, the athlete could take it all in and usually tell you what the blonde was thinking. 

Usually when Alice was writing or researching an article at home she wore her oh-so-sexy glasses, her back straight as she leaned backed slightly with her head titled slightly to the right side. Every now and then she would bite her lower lip when she was reworking a paragraph, a little crease forming at her brow.

Instead, the blonde was leaning forward eyes wide open as if she was trying to take everything in as quickly as possible. Her glasses were present but what really caught was Alice’s breathing- she was taking shallow breaths and quick. Combine that with Alice constantly twirling her engagement ring with her left thumb- and Dana was instantly curious about the text on the computer screen that was making her fiancée hot and bothered.

Walking quietly to stand behind the blonde, Dana glanced at the computer right as Alice pounded her fist lightly on the desk saying, "To be continued… what the fuck…"

 “Tut, tut, such dirty language coming from such a pretty lady,” Dana said leaning in and giving the blonde a kiss on the cheek. “Whatcha reading anyway,” she asked glancing at the laptop screen.

“Just some research for an article,” Alice said shifting in her chair to see her beautiful girl. “Hello, baby,” she said pulling Dana down to give her a proper welcome home kiss.

“So what’s the article about,” the athlete asked curiously.

“Fanfiction.”

“What’s that?”