Forever & Always, Maira | BP LISA

↳ CHAPTER 23 ༉‧₊˚❦

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The scent of berries infiltrated Aamaira's nostrils. She hums softly inhaling the sweet scent, burying her face in the soft fabric moaning in her sleep as she wiggles a bit. Just to get even more comfortable.

"Hmm, smells nice." She murmurs. Eyes still closed, more asleep than awake. Her pillow felt a bit firm; too firm. Good thing it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling.

A soft bell-like laughter floats throughout the bedroom, as the pillow beneath Aamaira shakes in the tempo of the echoing sound.

"Maira as sweet as you getting more comfortable on me is, you're squeezing babe." The voice says. It sounded familiar. So soft. Soothingly feminine. And like a melody far away.

Shuffling into her pillow, Aamaira smacks her lips and groans. Not once does she open her eyes. Nor does she acknowledge the sound. She wasn't about to disrupt her sleep for nothing. If anything she might even steal the pillow she was currently on to take home. It was that cozy.

"Mairaaa," The voice drags her name out. "Sweetheart. Kon-dii*, you have to get up." A hand rubs her back soothingly. The was something affectionate with how the person said Kon-dii.

"Hmm, five more minutes." Aamaira moans. "I'm hmm ti-perb." Her mouth muffled into the fabric made her 'I'm tired' complaint seem nonsensical.

There was that bell-like laughter again. Floating around her like a lore.

"Cute." The female voice muses before soft fingertips begin stroking the side of Aamaira's face. Tracing her jawline to fiddle her earlobes leisurely.

The soft touches made Aamaira smile. Relishing in them. It felt nice. She moved her hand to push it between the fabric of the pillowcase, and her hand came in contact with something smooth.

Was that skin?

Wait, what?

Aamaira's eyes snap open immediately. Her body jolts upright, in a sitting position as she rubs her eyes groggily in an attempt to be more awake.

Turning her head left, to where she once lay before. The woman with doll-like features stared at her lazily. Looking relaxed. It was as if she found amusement in Aamaira's predicament. To put it simply, Lalisa Manobal seemed like she was having too much fun in all of this.

"G'morning Kon-dii." The older girl says. Her small face held an edge of playfulness.

"Morning." Aamaira whimpers out as she dives under the blankets to hide her embarrassment. Her cover did not stay put, however. Seconds later, Lalisa gently tugged it away from her face as she pulled Aamaira into her arms

"Slept well, Kon-dii?" Lalisa asks. Her big doe eyes with double eyelids were a mixture of emotions. It held laughter and comfort and something else Aamaira could not pinpoint as she stared into Lalisa's eyes.

"Liz!" Aamaira groans, dragging out a nickname for Lalisa. Converting a word that was once one syllable into multiples.

Lalisa smirks before licking her plump lips, wetting them with her tongue. Closing her eyes, she speaks. "Say it again."

With her hand clamped over her mouth, Aamaira giggles. "No!"

"No?" Lalisa's eyes grew wide at Aamaira's denial. "Say it again, Kon-dii."

"No!"

"Oh, that's how you want to play it?"

"I won't say it." Aamaira sassed. "You can't make me."