Today Was a Fairytale

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Home: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household. "Home" is not merely a physical structure formed of brick and mortar; that could be classified as a house. The feeling of "home" envelops you when warm familiarity surrounds you; it embraces you like a loved one; it echoes with shared laughter in your space; it's the persistent bark and dissonant patter of canine paws on hardwood floors that greet you as soon as you step through the door.

The early morning sun broke open in the vast Singapore skylines like a meteor slicing through the dark nighttime as the young couple found themselves resting in close proximity to one another. Whoever thought it was remotely possible to remain wrapped up in one another's embrace during the course of your day and night was clearly mistaken. Well, it might be possible if your lover wasn't someone who tossed and turned in bed like a tumbleweed caught in a windstorm, rolling and shifting with every gust, making it impossible to maintain a constant hold or connection.

Freen's eyes slowly glimpsed into near consciousness as the fine and glaring rays of the sun protruded through the drawn curtains of the hotel room she and Becky found themselves in. Blinking away the present exhaustion in her system, Freen started stretching out the heavy pent-up fatigue in her limbs. She rolled onto her side as her deep-set brown eyes locked upon the soft and continual shimmer of the diamond ring upon her younger lover's finger. A smile of contentment graced her features as she took in the stupendous, miraculous sight of her blissfully angelic lover still slumbering peacefully beside her.

Freen tenderly reached out to brush away the stray hair that obstructed her heavenly view. Her fingertips tentatively trace the delicate features of Becky's exquisitely carved jawline, her touch savouring the softness of her younger lover's skin and her eyes capturing the peaceful expression that was present on the younger woman's undeniably perfect face.

Becky was never one to wake up first; no matter how many alarms she set to go off, she would not even stir half a centimetre. Destruction could be in its wake, such as an earthquake ripping through the earth's core or a siren ringing to warn her of the cataclysmic disaster on its way but she would still remain undisturbed. There is only one thing that managed to bring her to consciousness and that was the timid, gentle touch of her lover's fingertips, tracing soothing patterns upon her skin where goosebumps awakened in their rise.

Becky's eyes fluttered open as she met the silent, appreciative gaze of her lover's loving brown eyes lingering upon her features. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room and illuminating the soft contours of her face. Becky's lips curled into a shy, charming smile as she acknowledged the way Freen admired her existence for some unspeakable reason.

"Do you like looking at me, Teerak?" Becky broke the present silence in a teasing, evidently slumberous tone.

Freen's body slightly trembled unconsciously in response to the low, sexy rasp that escaped from Becky's throat as she spoke to her. Swallowing the lump caught in her throat, Freen slightly chuckled at her younger lover. "You know it is hard for me to not look at you, BB." Freen replied as she basked in the allure of her lover being half-illuminated by the golden sun.

Becky's lips curled into a charming smile at her lover's heartfelt words. "The day barely started and you're already charming me with your words, Babe." Becky shyly giggled as she leaned closer into her lover's warm embrace. She reached out to Freen with her right hand, nestling her fingers into the soft, unbound hair on the back of her lover's nape and resting her forehead delicately against Freen's.

Freen returned an affectionate smile towards her lover, her left hand caressing the flawless pale skin of Becky's religiously sculpted back. "Every word is just the mere truth, Teerak, and if it is seen as charming," Freen leaned downwards, her lips placing a soft kiss against the curve of Becky's neck, "then I hope to charm you for a lifetime." Freen confessed softly, her breath caressing the surface of her younger lover's skin in a gentle, ceaseless whisper.