Unexpected Love

21. Her Girl

The sunlight filtered in the room causing lucy to wince at the bright intrusion. Lucy lay there, nestled in Angela's embrace, her mind racing with thoughts.

Angela's raven hair was spread out across her,
and Lucy could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest against her own. She never thought she'd be here - not after everything Chris had put her through.

But here she was, in the arms of a woman who made her feel safe and desired. Her heart ached with a bittersweet mix of joy and fear. She traced her fingers along Angela's face, she was the pretttiest.

This wasn't just a dream, this was real. And it was terrifying. But as she looked over at Angela's peaceful face, she knew that she couldn't deny the connection they shared.

With a deep breath, Lucy snuggled closer, deciding to enjoy this moment of happiness and figure out the rest later. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of Angela's gentle breathing, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, she could learn to trust again.

Stirring from her slumber, Angela smiled as she felt the warmth of Lucy's body nestled in her arms. She gently stroked Lucy's brown hair, feeling the soft strands slip through her fingers like silk.

Her heart swelled with affection as she took in Lucy's peaceful expression. "Good morning, my beautiful girl," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and love. Lucy stirred, her honey brown eyes fluttering open to meet Angela's gaze.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the silence between them filled with unspoken emotions.

Angela could see the questions in Lucy's eyes, the uncertainty that still lingered from the night before- she knew she was thinking about that bastard chris.

Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to Lucy's forehead, her lips lingering against her skin. "It's going to be okay," she whispered, willing her own certainty to seep into Lucy's soul.

Lucy's arms tightened around her.

Lucy sat up with a start, the memories of the previous night flooding back to her as she winced at the soreness between her legs.

Angela couldn't suppress the grin that spread across her face as she watched Lucy's reaction, her laughter bubbling up from her chest. "Shouldn't have teased me last night at the party, huh?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Lucy glared at her, but the corners of her mouth twitched upwards despite herself. She knew Angela was right - she had been the one to start it all. Still, the reminder of the passionate night they shared only served to heighten the ache.

"Angela!" she whined, half-heartedly swatting at her lover's arm. But the playfulness in her tone betrayed her feigned annoyance. In truth, Lucy wouldn't have had it any other way. She loved the way Angela made her feel - desired, cherished, and alive. she was grateful for every second they spent together.

Chuckling at Lucy's discomfort, Angela easily scooped her up, turning her world upside down as Lucy hung over her shoulder, legs flailing in mid-air. Lucy's laughter filled the room, a sound Angela had grown to cherish.

"Not so fast, baby," Angela teased, her muscles flexing as she held Lucy effortlessly. "You act like if I put you on the floor, you'd be able to walk anyway."

She playfully smacked Angela's back, her cheeks flushed with colour. "Angela!" she giggled, trying to wriggle free. But Angela held her firmly, enjoying the feel of Lucy's body pressed against her.

In that moment, she couldn't help but think how lucky she was to have found someone like Lucy - someone who brought light into her life and made even the simplest moments feel extraordinary even though lucy was carrying so much darkness, she brought light to her...

She carried Lucy to the bathroom, ignoring her half-hearted protests, and placing her on the counter and heading to the tub
"I'm just taking care of my little troublemaker," Angela said, winking at Lucy's reflection in the mirror.

Angela turned on the faucet, filling the bathtub with bubbles. She watched Lucy undress, her eyes trailing down her beautiful body with appreciation.

Every curve, every freckle, every imperfection seemed to be painted by the gods themselves, and Angela found herself falling more and more in love with each passing second. Angela slid into the bath staring at lucy.

"Well, what are you waiting for, cutie?" she asked, her voice low and husky. Lucy's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and she ducked her head shyly.

As Lucy slipped into the water, Angela couldn't resist the urge to pull her closer, settling her between her legs. She wrapped her arms around Lucy's waist, holding her gently.

Angela could see the desire burning bright in her honey brown eyes. She leaned forward, brushing a stray bubble from Lucy's collarbone before placing a tender kiss just below her ear.

Lucy shivered in response, her body melting into Angela's embrace. They sat there for a moment, simply enjoying the feel of each other's skin against their own.

Lucy leaned back against Angela's chest, allowing the warm water to soothe her sore muscles as she stared up at her with her doe-like eyes.

Angela's strong arms encircled her waist, holding her close, and Lucy could feel the steady beat of her heart against her back. The room was filled with the soft sound of running water and their mingled breaths, creating an atmosphere of serenity.

Lucy reached up to trace Angela's jawline with her fingers, her touch feather-light. Angela's gaze dropped to Lucy's lips, and without another word, she pressed her own against them.

The kiss was slow and gentle, filled with all the love and reassurance she wanted to convey. Lucy sighed into the kiss, her body relaxing even further against Angela's. When they finally broke apart, Lucy rested her head against Angela's shoulder, feeling safe and cherished.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. Angela tightened her hold, her lips grazing Lucy's earlobe. "For what?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "For being you," Lucy replied simply, her eyes drifting shut.

Angela smiled, her heart swelling with love. Lucy was hers and god, she'd die for her.

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