A/N: This bitch (me) is baaaack
Clara
I woke up to the sweet scent of pancakes. The smell filled my nose, pulling me out of my dreams. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to get the sleepiness out of my body, before I got out of the bed.
My stomach groaned awake at the smell sneaking into the room. I heard music too, coming from the kitchen. I fixed my shirt before opening the bathroom's door, where I brushed my teeth quickly. The sun shone through the window in my living room, blinding me a little.
My smile grew when I spotted my redhead swinging her hips in the kitchen to the rhythm of the music. "Good morning, honey."
"Morning." I smiled, walking up to her, watching her body move in one of my black shirts. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, burying my face in her neck. "Smells good."
"It's pancakes." She giggled, squirming a little in my grip when I kissed her soft skin.
"It's you." I corrected her, not letting her move away.
"Clara." She whimpered a little. "Your breakfast is going to burn." She warned, when my kisses didn't stop.
"Your breakfast, maybe." I grinned, biting down on her earlobe softly, pulling a moan out of her. "I'm planning on eating you for breakfast."
"Oh my God." She turned around in my grip, wrapping her arms around my neck. "What's gotten into you?"
"I missed you." I confessed, kissing her cheek.
"I just got out of bed, it was 30 minutes." She smiled up,biting down onto her bottom lip.
"Worst 30 minutes of my life." My palm slid down on her back, settling on her perfect ass.
"Very dramatic." She laughed, letting me lift her up onto the kitchen counter. I pulled on her legs, making her wrap them around my waist as I leaned in to kiss the exposed skin on her chest.
"Fuck, you are so perfect." I cursed, feeling her pulling me closer with her legs. "I love you."
"Clara." She whispered, her fingers burying in my hair. "Clara."
"Hm?" I asked, my kisses not stopping on her neck.
"Clara." My name came even louder now, pulling me, destroying me.
My eyes snapped open harshly, the light of the sun stinging my eyes. The sleepiness settled on my chest again, as I tried to realize what was happening exactly.
"I'm not telling her." I heard a whisper.
"You have to, so get to it, darling." I recognized Lillian's voice.
I hoped that this was one of the dreams like the first one, vanishing in seconds. I pushed myself out of the bed, looking for clothes I could change into.
"But, I don't want to." I heard Hayley whining. " She is gonna be so mad."
"She will." Lillian agreed.
"You said she won't!" The younger girl raised her voice. I groaned already having enough with this conversation and I wasn't even a part of it yet.
"I lied. Obviously." I imagined she rolled her eyes.
"You are cruel."
"No. You are cruel for setting up her girlfriend on a date." The fuck?!
"Ex girlfriend." Hayley corrected.
I heard two loud knocks. "Doesn't matter."
"Lil, fuck." She cursed, then stopped talking when I opened the door.
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