Tequila & Birdcages

Do you still love me? |c.g|

Today had been one hell of a ride to say the least. Delia and I had a council meeting to attend, in addition to an exam being held for the girls before they officially go on their break. Then there was all the paperwork, an incident report filled out for damage one of the girls did when they lit the curtains on fire and burned the wall. Luckily they didn't tarnish one of the Supreme portraits considering it happened in that area.

All that to say, I'm so glad today is over because all I want is my girlfriend and my bed. I'm just coming out the shower, tossing on a big shirt and panties because I'm too lazy to do anything else. I get in and shut off the lamp beside me which covers the room in darkness. I scoot closer to my companion and hug her waist feeling that she has on her silk pajamas. My hand trails down to feel that she's also wearing pants and I put a bit of space between us.

I know when she wears the long pants she's usually on her period, despite all her powers, she can't avoid cramps and sometimes she's just sensitive. I prefer to just sleep close instead of holding her so I don't accidentally make the pain worse by squeezing in the night. I hear her sigh softly as my eyes begin to close but when I feel her turn around, I open them a little.

"Hi"

I whisper and she stares at me blankly making me open my eyes a bit more.

"Do you still love me?"

She asks nervously and my eyes go wide as the sleepiness is now a far away thought.

"Of course! Why do you ask?"

I don't hesitate but she does to answer my question so she shrugs in response.

"What's going on in that beautiful mind?"

She's quiet for a while and her eyes leave mine. I find her hand under the covers and intertwine our fingers as I give her time to think.

"I was just checking"

Her voice is soft and timid, almost unsure, and it doesn't ease my fear at all.

"Did I do something to make you think I didn't?"

"No... I'm just being weird, I'm sorry"

She tries to turn over but I stop her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. I lean over her a bit and turn on the lamp on her side of the bed before laying back next to her.

"Talk to me. I don't want you going to sleep with this on your mind"

She doesn't look at me but I can see that she's contemplating what to say. She worries a lot about her words sometimes, making sure they're 'perfect'.

"I know I'm a lot to deal with... especially with all the work and stuff"

She looks into my eyes, her own glazing over, and to anyone else it would look as simple as sadness but I know her better. She's begging me to prove her wrong, she wants me to reassure her that it's not the case — to stop her thoughts. I put a hand to her cheek, stroking it slowly and sweetly.

"You're not a lot to deal with. I 'deal' with people I tolerate... I don't tolerate you. I love you"

She relaxes a bit but I can see she's still not convinced, there's another rebuttal coming.

"But will you change your mind? Will you  always love me?"

A tear falls down her cheek and I sit up, helping her do the same and wiping her tears before I pull her closer to rest her head on my chest.

"Absolutely. Not even death would make me stop. There are so many reasons to love you and I'll never run out of them. Even when there isn't a reason or I can't explain... you'll always be loved by me, because you're so well entangled in my soul"