Shooting Star and Swallow's Song

Out of Our Bed

Too much time had passed, so Alex had to see what was going on. Sitting up, she stretched and went a little too far with her movements.

"Ouch, fuck," she whimpered, feeling pain in not only her ribs, but also her head. She started looking around herself.

I'm in Steph's bed. Actually, it's sort of our bed right now.

This thought made her giddy and she fell back in bed, smiling and pulled Steph's pillow close. They were both technically Steph's, but this one was used by her last night. She squeezed it to her body, wishing it was her. It certainly smelled like her, she thought.

Thinking how she would be joining the others soon, she sniffed at herself, making sure she didn't smell bad, but found that the only thing that stood out was that she smelled a little like Steph too. Smell had never been a big thing for her, but now...she appreciated it more than she ever had before.

Scanning down, Alex was reminded that she had Steph's pj shorts on. She was simply surrounded by everything 'Steph' and she was loving it. Alex took a moment to appreciate the particular thrill that this piece of clothing gave her.

Maybe I can get away with taking these with me...wait, I'm staying here. I don't have to take them at all. I think I'm going to keep forgetting, I just can't believe it.

Feeling more awake, she started recalling some fragments from last night.

My butt...she likes my butt...

Alex put her hand to her mouth, covering her growing smile.

And why do I say 'ass' but think 'butt'? Whatever, what matters is she likes my butt, my ass...that doesn't mean she likes me like that, but...maybe...?

Alex put aside her battling hope and doubts, instead imagining the two of them walking side by side and Steph putting her hand in Alex's back pocket to squeeze her butt.

Do people really do that? Or is it just in shows? I've never seen it in real life, but not like I got out much. Fuck, I'm so clueless.

Without her pants, Alex still slipped her hand down to simulate what it would be like if Steph did that to imagine it and then heard a sudden noise from the other room, instantly causing her to pull her hand back. She crossed her arms, waiting for someone to appear. No one came in though.

That scare was enough to stop her from acting out her fantasy and so she went back to fishing for memories of last night.

Alex's hand drifted down as she recalled a fuzzy moment in bed. When she touched her hip, a thought came.

She touched me here.

Alex's hand slipped under her shirt, touching the same place, but directly on her bare skin.

No, she touched me like this, under my shirt. I know she did...right? ...I think? Fuck, that makes such a huge difference...think Alex, think...Do I just want it to be true so bad I made it up? It feels true...fuck, I don't know.

What else happened...I feel like...I said something...too much..was it...oh shit...I talked about him. What did I say? I just know I said something...he didn't even...but he tried and I can't get over that...why can't I get over it? She wasn't suppose to know. Maybe Steph won't talk about it. Wait...I think she said she wouldn't...or am I making that up in my head?

Okay, I am going to work myself up too much waiting here. I can't even remember anything clearly. Maybe it'll start to come to me if I stop obsessing over it.

Alex got up and slowly made her way to the boot. She wanted Steph to put it on, just as an excuse for the other to touch her, but she also wanted to get out there and wasn't going to do it without getting her leg comfortable. It took her a bit to first change into her pants and then put on the boot. She half expected Steph to come back in the middle of it all, but by the time she finished, the other girl still had not returned.