That One Letter. Larissa Weems x Reader

Chapter 75- Trust Your Gut

A wonderful dream.

You were having a wonderful dream. You and Larissa. Togheter. Out in about, at night, gazing upon stars.

When a head grading sound pulled you awake back in the pitch-dark bedroom.

Larissa's alarm.

A soft melody that would please a lot of people's ears in the middle of the day right now was making you want to commit violent crimes, starting by throwing Larissa's phone out of the window so you could go back to peaceful sleep.

But before you could attempt to locate the annoying ringtone, Larissa had already shifted herself in the bed, reaching over you to get to the nightstand, and soon enough, the music stopped, the room now only being filled by your and Larissa's soft breathing.

But this moment of peace didn't last for long, as Larissa turned on the night light, filling your bedroom with a yellow light, making you hiss as you pulled the covers over your head. "Go to hell." You murmured under the blanket. Just a second later, the cover was pulled off your face, the bright light immediately burning your eyes even with closed lids as Larissa wrapped her hands around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Good morning to you too, sweetheart," She responded in a groggy morning voice, giving back a completely different energy.

You always wondered how this woman woke up with a positive attitude so early in the morning. Despite you always being able to sleep for another hour longer, you still woke up tired and annoyed, and now it didn't help the situation that you two had gone to bed quite late as you stayed up watching a TV show both if you were obsessed with.

It didn't even take a second for you to close your eyes and partly fall back asleep, but it didn't go unnoticed by Larissa, and when she heard you start to softly snore, she got the brightest idea.

Before you could start dreaming again, you got woken back up, gasping as it felt like you were being attacked. But no, you weren't attacked. It was just Larissa lightly tickling you on your sides.

"La-Rissa!" You tried to grab her hands. Kick her away, and from the side, this scene would probably look too funny, but you didn't care how you looked at the moment. "Get your hands off-" Finally, you managed to get a grip around both of her wrists to finally stop tickling you and quickly change positions, getting on top of her and pinning her hands to the bed.

"Are you awake, dear?" She innocently asked as if she hadn't just made you spasm in bed. Instead of giving her a stupid answer about how you were awake, instead, you leaned down and kissed her.

At first, you wanted this to be a little morning kiss, but Larissa kissed you back, not pulling away, and you didn't want to break it apart either so the small innocent kisses soon became fierce and aggressive. And maybe a little morning treat for Larissa would brighten up her day, so you were the one to break the kiss and begin to slide under the covers between the tall woman's legs.

"Dear, you don't have to." Larissa quietly said as she peeked under the covers to see you already pulling her shorts down. "Oh, don't tell me you don't want to." You grinned. You knew she wouldn't turn this down. She just enjoyed it a bit too much in the mornings.

So, in response, Larissa just pursed her lips. You were right. Larissa wanted this. "Fine. But make it quick." She said as she lowered the covers back over you as she spread her legs open for you. "That depends on you, love." Even tho you made this comment about how Larissa was the one who had to finish, not you, you still knew if this dragged in Larissa would still blame you for her being late to work, but you didn't mind. You loved seeing Larissa run around, panicking about how she would be late, blaming you as you just casually got ready for your work.