Heavy is the Head

XVIII

Taraji shifted in the bed, reaching blindly for her phone on the nightstand to turn her alarm off. Fantasia groaned, snuggling into her girlfriend's side and hiding her face. Taraji pressed the snooze button, and hugged Fantasia tighter. Taraji was shocked Fantasia was still asleep as she was usually the first one awake. They were able to rest for 5 more minutes before Taraji's alarm went off again. Fantasia whined, turning over and took the covers, throwing them over her head. Taraji giggled and lifted the covers to get under them with Fantasia.

"I thought you were a morning person, baby," Taraji said, kissing Fantasia's cheek. Fantasia rolled over, blindly kissing Taraji's face until their lips met.

"Not today. Wanna stay in bed. Sleepy," she muttered between kisses.

"Too bad, pretty. We have classes, and if we don't get up soon, we'll be late to breakfast." Fantasia groaned again, throwing a small fit before throwing the covers back. She and Taraji sat up, stretching their arms over their heads, Fantasia then taking the opportunity to hug her girlfriend.

"I love you," Fantasia muttered, squeezing Taraji with all that she had, Taraji kissing Fantasia's shoulder.

"I love you too. How you feeling?" Taraji ran her hands down Fantasia's sides, kneading at her hips gently. The pressure of Taraji's hands made Fantasia putty in the princess' hands. Memories of the night before flooded Fantasia's senses and she instantly pressed her thighs together to stop the ache between them.

"A little sore but I feel good." Fantasia pecked Taraji's lips once more before getting up from her bed. Everything in her was telling her to have sex with Taraji again and that scared her, so she decided to put distance between them. Immediately. "I'll see you at breakfast?" Taraji was taken aback at the sudden mood shift, getting out of the bed behind Fantasia. Taraji reached for Fantasia's waist, pulling her gently so that they were standing chest to chest.

"What's wrong?" Taraji could almost guess what was happening with her girlfriend, having prepared for a little bit of awkwardness that came with 'the morning after'. She had tried to take all of the preventative measures to avoid it, but she chalked it up to a universal human experience.

"Nothing," Fantasia blurted, their proximity making her internally scream. "We've got to get to breakfast so we've got to get our makeup and everything done and be on time or else we'll be in trouble so you should go back to your room and get-" Fantasia's mouth ran a mile a minute and Taraji was amused until Fantasia mentioned her leaving.

"-you want me to go?" Fantasia stopped rambling, paying attention to the slight disappointment in Taraji's voice. In all of her mess, she hadn't thought about how Taraji could be feeling. The night before had been a big step for the both of them and she was being so inconsiderate.

"I'm sorry," Fantasia frowned. She really didn't want Taraji to go but she feared she would be no better than a dog in heat if Taraji were to stay. "I don't want you to, but all your stuff-"

"-to get ready is over here, baby," Taraji supplied, gesturing over to the dresser where she had laid out her things when she first came in. "I can leave if you want though, it's okay."

"No! No. Please stay. I'm sorry." Taraji chuckled and smoothed her thumbs over Fantasia's hips.

"Stop apologizing, pretty," Taraji said, kissing her forehead, "let's go get dressed."

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date;