Tina got into the bed quickly, seeking the warmth and comfort that she needed in that moment. She snuggled up to her friend, her feet tangling with the brunettes as they faced each other.

"T your feet are freezing!" Bette yelped.

The blonde giggled "They turned the heat off on the landing"

The brunette tried to untangle her feet from the blonde’s, but in all honesty, she didn’t put up much of a fight.

"If you wore more to bed, you wouldn’t feel the cold so much" Tina pointed out.

It was true, Bette did wear very little to bed. She was dressed in only her underwear, caring little that her bra was uncomfortable to sleep in when she knew that there was a chance that her best friend might come and join her in bed.

"Well I have to be ready in case an attractive woman comes calling in the night"

"Oh, so I’m not the only one who sneaks into your room in the middle of the night then?" the blonde teased, her fingernails scratching lightly up and down the exposed skin of the brunette’s side.

"Nope, I get plenty of late night callers" the brunette joked.

"Well so long as they know they have to get out when I come knocking, you can have as many women here as you like"

"You know you always have first dibs on my bed T"

The brunette could sense the grin spreading across her best friend’s face. She felt the blonde turning over, pressing her back up against her. There were no words needed to explain what Tina wanted, and the brunette instinctively wrapped an arm over her protectively. Their bodies fitted together naturally and immediately both women felt more at ease than they had done when they were in their respective beds alone.

"Do you want to talk?" Bette asked softly.

The blonde shook her head "I just want to sleep if that’s ok?"

"You know it is" the brunette responded, leaning over to plant a kiss on her friend’s shoulder.

"Night B. Love you"

"Love you too. Sweet dreams"

And that was how it had been any night that Tina had had a row with a boyfriend, or a falling out with her family, or was just overcome by the stress that her studies entailed. When she had broken up with her most serious boyfriend at university, Eric, the blonde had spent an entire week sleeping in her best friend’s bed. Bette was always there to make her feel safe, and it was a bond that even the rest of their closest friends couldn’t come near to replicating. And much as it was agony for the brunette to watch her best friend so upset over the wastes of space that she chose to date, she wouldn’t dream of letting anyone else be the one to comfort her.