Sunbeams are gently warming up your face, while birdsong is reaching your ears. You turn on your right hip, slide your right hand under a cloudy pillow and slowly open your eyes. You smile right away, seeing the most beautiful person, that you ever behold.
The warm summer wind is blowing in your room through an open window. You carefully pull up your duvet and a tiny feather slips into your nose, you turn around and sneeze.
"Bless you" you hear sleepy respond behind your back, "god" *sniff* "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up" you turn back. Sarah is laying the same way with just opened eyes and a smile on her face "There's nothing to be sorry for, hun" she smiles.
You lay your head back down on your pillow, so close to Sarah, that the tips of your noses are almost touching, and you're getting lost in her deep brown eyes. You feel the sunshine getting stronger on your naked back. Sarah slides her hand over your waist to your back and pulls you closer to her, butterflies are filling your stomach. You kiss each other deeply while laughing at how beautiful this moment is.
"Are you nervous?" Sarah whispers, between your kisses, "About what?" you ask pulling yourself back. "About what?" *laughs* "tonight?" she lets you think for a second, watching you realize. You gasp "Holy sh*t I misremembered, what time is it?" you quickly sit up and reach for your phone, which was laying on your nightstand.
Sarah also sits up, putting her chin on your right shoulder and wrapping her arms around your waist "I shouldn't remind it, it ruined the moment" she says gently kissing your shoulder. "We overslept, it's already eleven," you say uncovering your lap from the duvet, wanting to get up from bed, but Sarah holds you tighter.
You laugh "Sweetie we have to go, we can't afford to come late."
"Ten minutes won't make any difference" she responds trying to pull you back down on the bed, but you defend yourself, turning around and putting your palms on Sarah's shoulders, pushing her deep down on the bed and giving your leg cross her, so you end up sitting on her, but the duvet is making the boundary between your naked bodies.You lean towards her and kiss her, she bites your lip, wanting to hold you, but you insist on getting up.
You get out of bed, leaving Sarah laying down. You reach for the nightrobe, that was laying on the floor next to the bed.
Sarah gives her last attempt to hold you up. She sits up holds your hand and starts to give you tiny kisses, moving upper and upper to your shoulder, until she reaches your lips. She's kneeling on the bed, holding your left hand and neck, trying to kiss you. You pull her gently away, putting your hand under her chin and smoothing her lips with your thumb. You escape from her hold and tie up your nightrobe, walking outside of the dorm, past the hall to the bathroom.
You check yourself in the mirror, then bend, flip your hair over and tie them up in a messy bun. You take your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth. Then you get naked again and get into the shower.
You're washing your hair with closed eyes, hearing that glass door of douche open, and feeling a hand on your shoulder, that gently turned you around. You open your eyes and see that Sarah got out of bed.
You resist your desire and get out of the shower. You gently dry up your hair and put on a bathrobe, while watching your girlfriend showering. You bite your lip looking at how beautiful she is, but when yours and her eyes meet you realize, that you're staring. She laughs at you, and you just shake your head, trying to hold the laughter and turn around, heading to the kitchen.
Sarah is still showering, so you want to prepare something to eat. You search the fridge with your eyes and see, that there's nothing much in it. You think for a minute trying to make a recipe in your head, but the beeping of the fridge, which signifies the warming of the cold air disturbs you. "Oh for god's sake shut up" you angrily take some fruit out and slam the door, so hard, that you can hear bottles of wine chinking.
The easiest recipe, that came to your mind was pancakes. I don't want to rise your ego, but you're a master at making pancakes, so you're done pretty fast. You're frying the last pancake when Sarah comes. "Right on time, ma chérie." you smile flipping over the last pancake and putting it on top of the others, taking them and the bowl full of fruit to the set table.
Sarah immediately grabs one pancake and starts putting berries on. You go for sirup and water carafe on way to the table you turn on the coffee machine. Sarah already wrapped her pancake so you pour syrup on top of it, you receive a smile as a 'thank you, you know exactly what I need and that's the reason why I love you so much'. You go to finish your coffee and take two mugs.
You finally sit down watching Sarah enjoying her meal, which makes you happy. You love cooking, but just when it's appreciated and Sarah has always been a thankful border.
"When will we get going?" Sarah asks with a mouth full of pancakes. You have to hide laughter "It's twelve, so we should be ready to go in about half an hour" you take a sip of coffee, "okay" Sarah nods.
You both finish and Sarah cleans the table, you go to your dressing room. You don't have to care what to wear, because you're heading right to the stylist, to dress you for tonight. So you just take boyfriend jeans and a hoodie, with a sports bra underneath. You're getting dressed when Sarah comes "Those are mine" she chuckles. "since when are we dividing clothes?" you smirk. You put on a hoodie and leave her, to get dressed too.
You walk to the front door, taking just the car keys and wallet. You check what time is it on your phone "It's almost quarter to one, hurry up!, I'll go to start up the car". You walk outside of your house heading towards your garage. You press the button to open it, unlock your car, and sit in the driver's seat. You kick-start and pull up right in front of the front door, you close the garage door and wait for Sarah to finally come.
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FanfictionSarah Paulson x reader Hey, I hope you will like my first story. I want to remind that I've never met her or talked with her so I can't predict how would she act or decide in situations so sorry if it won't suit your imagination. You're going to be...