I Don't Belong To You

Chapter 17

She wakes the next morning before Becky but still wrapped tight in her embrace. The lights in the room are off, which makes her wonder just how late Becky stayed up. She suspects that it must have been late enough for the sun to start to rise in order for her to feel comfortable turning them out.

She lays there for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of waking up with Becky. It thrills her, makes her heart beat twice as fast and she's worried that she might wake her with its frantic pace.

Eventually the need to use the restroom wins out and she shimmies out of her arms, quickly and quietly.

Becky doesn't move an inch.

After using the restroom, she heads for her purse out in the dining room.

6:23.

She's so grateful that her body is used to being up at 6 now because she had completely forgotten to set an alarm.

Becky actually lives a little closer to the school than she does so she thinks the can get away with leaving by 7:35.

I think I'll shower and then treat her to breakfast in bed, she smiles to herself as she heads into the guest bathroom not wanting to wake her peacefully sleeping girlfriend.

She beams even more at the thought.

Becky is her girlfriend. Though she hasn't said as much, it's pretty obvious that they're there.

Even still though, there's no way she's going to use the g-word before Becky does.

Becky's shower is spacious and as she runs her hands over body, she shivers, looking forward to the day that they have sex in this bathroom because knowing Becky they undoubtedly will.

She takes her time washing and when she steps out she realizes there's a small dilemma.

She has no clean clothes.

Tiptoeing into the room, she inspects the drawers looking for something to put on. She grabs a pair of Calvin Klein underwear and a band tee and tosses them on, figuring Becky likely won't mind.

She's awoken by...music? The emptiness of the bed? She's not 100% sure which it is but as she rolls over, she's disappointed that she doesn't get to wake up next to Freen. It was something she was, admittedly, looking forward to when she had fallen asleep just a few hours before.

"Alexa, what time is it?"

"Good morning. It's 7:03 am."

She nods and sits up. She hears it now. The light music, the pots and pans clanking gently.

She gets up and brushes her teeth before making her way to the kitchen, anxious to see Freen.

She's stopped dead in her tracks though when she sees Freen, back to her, swaying gently to the Spanish music playing quietly through her phone.

She watches her pour pancake batter and whisk eggs and can't help but feel a sort of...pride she's never felt before.

She's all mine, she thinks to herself as she approaches quietly.

She stands behind Freen for a full minute before she finally turns around and throws her spatula out of fear.

"BECKY!"

"Hi," she smirks for a moment before bending down to pick up the utensil.

"My god, you scared me."

"I can see that," she tosses the spatula in the sink and pulls another from the drawer before handing it back to her.