Never An Angel

Third

        Magdalen woke to the pleasant sight of Petra, who was hogging all the pillows and blankets, but was lying so close that Magdalen didn't mind all that much. Petra's warmth was seeping into her and she yawned and stretched to wake fully. She wanted to get up and finish some business. Petra worked afternoons and thus would be gone soon enough so she could get started with her day.

     She forced herself out of Petra's attractive little cocoon then went straight to the bathroom to start the shower. She was already naked, and she smirked at how parts of her ached. If there was one perk to having Petra around for so long, it was that the woman sure knew how to have a fun night. The thought of having more of those nights made Petra's presence that much more appealing.

     Humming, Magdalen jumped into the shower. She was feeling... decent. It was unfamiliar but welcome. Unfortunately, it only lasted about a minute and a half. She found that her shower was invaded by new shampoos and conditioners and soaps and body washes. The things she normally used were behind the new products, suspiciously hidden, and no way a coincidence. Her razor was nowhere to be found, either, replaced by an orange and white one that she'd never seen before. Though she was the one who had shopped for and bought the items staring back at her, it was shocking for her to see them in her private space.

     Scowling, she used products unusual to her to clean herself.

     Afterward, as she was drying off, she couldn't find her lotion. She cursed angrily as she could only lay eyes on the ones she bought for Petra. Her toothpaste was gone as well, replaced with an entirely different tube. There were strange creams atop the sink and unknown makeup was strewn everywhere. It was a not-so-subtle invasion.

     As she moisturized with Petra's lotion, she mentally prepared a few choice words about boundaries. It wasn't ideal for her to fight with Petra, but some things had to be said. Those things only increased when she went to her closet and found clothes that weren't hers hanging there. She didn't recall Petra ever going home to fetch anything, and that pissed her off more. This wasn't Petra leaving behind a bra or shirt or socks in a moment of passion. This was... well, she wasn't sure what it was. But it made her stomach feel funny.

     She ignored the extra clothes and dressed herself so she could focus on the rest of the day. When she was done getting ready she kneeled beside the bed, where Petra was still snoozing blissfully, and jostled her a bit. She wasn't sure if Petra had set an alarm so she had to take the initiative.

     Petra grumbled and opened an eye. "Hm?"

     "What time do you work today?"

     Petra's eye roamed sleepily over Magdalen's face, hair. "Where are you going?"

     "Out. Going to get some business finished. What time do you work today?"

     Rolling over, Petra reached out and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She pushed her hair out of her face and studied the screen for a moment. "Not for a while. Why? Are you leaving right now?"

     Magdalen rested her chin on the bed. "No. I wasn't going to go until after you left."

     Petra nodded slowly, lips pursed. She ran a hand through Magdalen's hair and tickled a soft cheek. Her shoulders lifted the barest inch. "Well... you can go right now and I'll lock up when I leave."

     "You don't have a key."

     "No," sighed Petra dramatically, "I don't."

     There was a spare key somewhere in the kitchen junk drawer. It had never been used, and Magdalen had completely forgotten about it. She wasn't entirely against handing it over but she didn't want Petra to take it, use it in the future, and possibly walk in on something she was never meant to see.