This was not our plan.

ch 15: do you believe me?

A/N

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Fallon opened her eyes, slightly wincing at the sunlight that peeked through the slight gap in Cleo's curtains.

She felt herself blush as Cleo's arm was tightly draped across her stomach, the woman moving her hand down to rub the soft skin of Cleo's. The older woman was out like a light, which was surprising since she usually was up bright and early.

Fallon giggled quietly, knowing that all the 'hard work' she'd done had probably tired the raven haired woman out.

The smile on the blonde wouldn't leave her, she had realized she was wearing very loose shorts — shorts she hadn't arrived to Cleo's house with. Recovering additional memories from the prior night, the woman cooed at the pictures in her mind of being bathe by Cleo.

Fallon was exhausted, and quite frankly Cleo was too, but the older woman still decided to clean her up.

The woman blushed at the various memories of the feeling of Cleo's breasts pressed up against her back, very much so like they were at the moment. As much as she wished to lay like this with Cleo forever, she wanted to call Fiona and check on her.

Carefully removing the secured hand around her stomach, she exited the bed quietly enough as to not wake Cleo, goosebumps forming on her body as she was exposed to the cold air.

Fallon grabbed her phone from the night stand and quickly left the room, leaving the bedroom door slightly cracked as she searched for a place to phone her little sister. During this search, the green eyed woman couldn't help but get the urge to explore the huge home of Cleo's.

Upon exiting the master bedroom there were 4 other doors conjoined in the living room area, all of which were closed. She decided to just go downstairs and make her call. Settling in a spot in the modern gray kitchen.

Everything in the place was expensive, the sink was motion sensores and Cleo had mini plants bordering her huge counters. Sunny meowed loudly, causing Fallon to be startled.

"Oh hi sweet boy." She cooed, bending down to pick the feline up in her arms. Sunny purred loudly, lounging in fallons arms as they walked around the kitchen.

There was a crumpled up familiar looking folder that rested on Cleo's counter, Fallon tilting her head  and picked it up, sunny leaping out of her hands in the process.

Opening it, Fallon stumbled back slightly. It was the file that she'd lost weeks ago, holding the DNA results of Jason.

Why did Cleo take it? Jason's death wasn't related to Madeline's case so she would've had no reason to steal this file.

"Fallon." Cleo's raspy voice called out, causing a small squeal out of Fallon as her head snapped behind her.

Cleo had a serious expression, the last remaining tiredness on her face drained away and was replaced with full defensiveness.

"Why are you snooping in my kitchen?"

"You stole my file?" Fallon said, glancing back and forth between the crumpled paper in her hand and her lover standing.

Cleo remained silent for a moment, her gaze somewhat softening when she noticed the slight shaking from Fallons hands.

The younger woman felt betrayed, although her mind made every attempt to rationalize why Cleo would possibly make a move like this, her gut was screaming at her that something was wrong.