The Widows Woman (GirlxGirl)

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"Baby, I'm sleepy. Take me to bed."

Thea was drying the last of the pans when she felt her wife's arms wrap round her waist and her head leant against her back.

"Sleepy or pissed? We saw you sneak in for that second bottle!" She turned around to look at her, noticing her wife's bleary eyes when Chantelle practically fell into one of the dining chairs round the table.

"Your seeing things. Put that down and snuggle me!"

The cop smiled, leant over her to put the pan away and then wrapped her arms round the younger woman.

"Where's Bri?"

"He went to give Nana and Ruth a pot of tea, they're almost as pissed as you two."

"He did at least help with some of this didn't he?" Chantelle slurred.

"I got him working, don't you worry." The cop replied. "Do you two need a hot drink, maybe a pint of water each?"

"Nooooo! We're fine, take me to bed detective!"

"Carla, your so fucking demanding with her. You've lost all your chill since you left home!" Brian walked into the room and started picking at the leftovers on the counter.

"She gets rewarded." The young woman looked directly into her wife's eyes and bit her lip. The cop smirked knowing exactly why her girl wanted to be taken to bed right now.

"Oh your so gross! Oi five-O, we're all kipping here tonight right? I don't wanna be listening to any of that."

"She follows my orders, not yours." Carla turned to glare at him and wrapped her wife's arms around her waist protectively. Thea got eye contact with Chantelle and rolled her eyes at the siblings.

"Bruh, where I come from, we call that pussy whipped!" Brian sat at the table next to his girlfriend.

"Yeah well, maybe you'd get more pussy if you followed my orders!" Chantelle joined in, winking at Carla.

"Don't do me like that Chan, I know you love what I got!"

"And on that note," the cop let go of her wife's waist and folded the tea towel. "I think we should all get some sleep."

"Yeah your right. My boy'll be up in four hours."

"Seriously?" The cop looked concerned which made Carla laugh.

"Come on, let say goodnight to Ruth and Nana. Night guys." Carla took the cops hand and led her to the living room where the older women were sat opposite a fire, laughing and chattering away like old friends.

"We're gonna head up Nana. I love you." Carla bent down, cuddled her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh goodnight you two, sleep well. Thea did you get all that washing up done?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good girl." She nodded and sipped at her brandy.

"Night Ruth." The cop said, clasping her wife's hand in her own.

"Goodnight Thea, we'll finish that conversation tomorrow yes?"