Shooting Star and Swallow's Song

Hey You

It was morning and Alex was stirring in her sleep. Vague memories of last night came to her, mostly of her moving around in different positions during the night, but all involving being wrapped around Steph or vice versa. Those couples on TV made it seem so easy to fall asleep in someone else's arms, but it didn't always feel so comfy the whole night. She was more exhausted the first nights they had spent together, which she guessed helped avoid this problem before.

When Alex's eyes fluttered open, she realized she had her head resting on Steph's chest, half her body draped over her.

Um...

Third time...all over her. My leg is in between both of hers, her arm is over me, and oh my god...

Alex realized Steph's breast was right under her cheek.

But why does this feel okay? Last night...what happened?

Alex's hand crept toward her own forehead, but could not move very far without risking to waken Steph. The memory still came.

She kissed my head.

Then she realized how silly she was trying to feel where she was kissed, as if she could tell by touching.

Alex had an even sillier notion, that she was glad she wasn't able to touch her head and mess up the kiss, as if that made any sense. Her focus turned back to the important part of the memory.

Her lips kissed part of me. And there was a lot of touching, nothing crazy...but...lots of it. We're...something now...right? But why hasn't Steph said anything yet? Is she waiting for me? Fuck, like I ever asked anyone out before. Never even thought of asking a girl. Hmm, but...does that really change anything? Well, in the boy/girl dynamic...I thought I lived in...boys are usually expected to ask out the girl. This is why gender roles suck: Relied on them too much to think for me and now I don't know what to fucking do. Why do I have to be the one to put myself out there? Steph is the kind of person who'll be forward, I mean, she acts like it, so if she wants me...she'll tell me...right? Fuck, I need to stop thinking and just appreciate where my head is right now.

She let out a quiet pleased sigh.

It was then she felt Steph's hand move from her back upward, tracing along with her finger tips until reaching the base of her neck and digging into her hair. The feeling of fingers combing through made Alex audibly take in a breath at the unexpected pleasurable touch. She relaxed immediately when breathing out.

She must be awake. No way she is doing this in her sleep. Does she know I'm awake? She has to. I want to see her face, but I don't want to move.

The thought was followed by a banging on the front door and a voice calling out, "Knock knock, good morning! Guess who got their rental early!"

Alex's head shot up and looked out to the door, then to Steph who was also looking as wide eyed as her, now propped up on her elbows, gazing in the same direction Alex had been. They were both definitely wide awake now.

When Steph turned to her, Alex whispered desperately to her, "I thought you said he was coming here early afternoon!" as if maybe she could be told that this wasn't really happening.

"He was!" Steph whispered harshly back in a panic.

Alex sat up and Steph with her.

God, look at this girl.

Steph's beanie had fallen off and she looked a mess, but a hot mess, to Alex.

When Steph put a finger to her lips and started getting out of bed, she was brought back to reality. She was still feeling somewhat in shock though and so moved slowly.