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A SIGH ESCAPED FROM the brunette as she woke from her slumber. Her face nuzzled into the pillow that her head rested upon as her eyes slowly peeled open, struggling to adjust to the early morning light that snuck into the room from under the blinds.
Asleep before her was Ellie Williams, whose auburn hair lay splayed out across her pillow. Her slightly chapped lips were pouted as she slept and her chest rose up and down with each breath she took.
Memories of the night prior flashed across Danielle's mind. Images of lips that met with passion and bodies that writhed against one another as pleasure rushed through both girls. Heat bloomed in her face while a rouge tint appeared on the apples of her cheeks.
At some point in the early morning hours, the pair had stumbled their way into Ellie's bedroom, which had been the closest to the staircase. The way they had moved, both completely intoxicated by the sexual tension that filled the air.
As the brunette lay underneath the comforter, she was suddenly aware of the fact that she was completely bare beneath. Her entire body was free of any clothing. Instead of feeling exposed or embarrassed, Danielle instead felt...almost powerful. Here she was, laying naked next to the girl she'd been crushing on for months, after a night of passionate sex, and she felt powerful.
If Dina could see her now, she knew that the dark-haired girl would be fist pumping her hand into the air, hollering cries of praise and how the pair had finally decided to 'Get some.'
Laying next to a still sleeping Ellie allowed Danielle the freedom to just look at her. From the pretty little freckles that decorated her face, creating constellations along the ridge of her nose, to the random, almost invisible scars that littered across the redheads body from years of encountering the infected.
Ellie's body shifted in her slumber, the movement causing a stray piece of hair to fall in her face. Danielle, without much thought, reached out her hand and lightly brushed the hair back behind Ellie's ear, trailing her fingertips ever so slightly along Ellie's face before retracting back to her own body.
Perhaps it was the foggy, post-sex haze, but Danielle couldn't help but feel so lucky. Not once in her entire time alive, did she ever picture herself living in a warm and beautiful home, that was once owned by the very father she was sure had forgotten her, or that she would have quite possibly the most fascinating and amazing girl laying asleep before her.
In the novels she had read, each one of them having some semblance of romance interwoven into the larger plot, the two main protagonists always seemed to fall in love and have moments just like this. Moments of true bliss.
