Take My Mask, I'm Home

the woman who takes my breath away

When Lisa woke up, the first thing she noticed was the silence. The storm was over, and the weak morning sunlight was just beginning to light the room. She was surprised that the sound of the rain and thunder hadn't kept her awake during the night, but in some ways, she found storms quite relaxing.

And maybe... maybe it also had something to do with the woman she was sharing her bed with.

Lisa was facing away from the window, and Jennie was sprawled over her as if she was the coziest pillow ever made. Lisa must've got hot in the night because she'd somehow lost her sleep shirt, and Jennie was breathing softly into her shoulder blades, deeply and evenly. One of Jennie's hands was curled possessively across her side, her fingers were twitching slightly like they'd done before, as if she were playing the piano. Lisa idly wondered whether Jennie had ever played; she seemed to have the hands for it. She tried to make a mental note to ask her when they were both awake.

One of Jennie's legs was sandwiched between Lisa's, and although it wasn't quite high enough to be pressing against her, she found that the thought of it was enough to make her want to flip over and wake Jennie up. It had been far too many hours already since she'd last kissed her; Lisa thought that Jennie deserved a lot of kisses, for many different reasons, and she still couldn't believe that she was the one that Jennie wanted to share her kisses with.

Jennie shifted in her sleep, the arm around her waist tightening a little before it slackened again, and Jennie nuzzled into Lisa's back even more closely than she had been before. Her breathing was still the same, and Lisa felt warm and safe, wrapped up in Jennie's arms.

It was still too early to get up, so Lisa decided to let herself enjoy this peaceful, quiet moment. Slowly, so as not to wake Jennie, she shifted a little, pulling Jennie's hand around to settle on her stomach and linking their fingers. Jennie didn't wake up, but she let out an adorably happy sounding mmm and sleepily pulled Lisa against her. They were lying so close together that Lisa doubted you could fit tooth floss between them. Jennie's leg was now firmly pressed up against Lisa, and she suppressed a groan. Short of waking Jennie up, there was nothing she could do about it.

Maybe it would bring her the best kind of dreams?

Grinning to herself, Lisa turned her face into the pillow and closed her eyes. It didn't take long before her breathing was as even as Jennie's.

* * * * *

When Lisa next woke up, it was to someone gently shaking her shoulder. Lisa yawned widely, blearily rubbed her eyes, and fumbled for her glasses on the nightstand. Jennie's smiling face came into view, and Lisa peered sleepily up at her as she stood by the side of the bed, a mug between her hands.

"Good morning," Jennie said, bending forward to give Lisa a brief kiss.

Lisa hummed into it before, "oh, no fair, you've already brushed your teeth!"

Jennie chuckled before she stood back up. "I did. I've actually been up for a while. Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

"I do not!" Lisa protested, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

"You do too," Jennie said fondly, reaching down to stroke Lisa's hair with one hand. "I definitely shouldn't tell you any secrets."

"Oh yeah? I'm usually pretty good at keeping secrets, unless they're my own. What did I say?" Lisa asked, letting out a throaty groan as Jennie scratched gently along her scalp. It just felt so good...

To her surprise, Jennie flushed a little, although whether it was from what Lisa had said while asleep or from the sound Lisa had just made, she wasn't sure. "Let's just say that you said something very... nice, about my- about my tongue."