Never Fly Too Close To The Sun

"Surprise!"

Saturday Morning (The Beale House)

Throughout the night, the slithers of moonlight transformed into slices of sunshine as the hooting of owls transmuted into the chirping of swooping swallows. Balling her fists, the brunette scrunched her sleepy eyes shut as she rubbed at them before (with a yawn and a stretch) looking around. Unlike her own bedroom, this one welcomed the yellow sunlight; it bounced enthusiastically from the white suede stool in front of the long cream desk and matching cream carpet. Sun rays danced across the specks of dust settling on the pink & black speakers either side of the glossy desktop. Across the room and in the shadow of the partially drawn eggshell curtains stood a tall white wardrobe, a matching white dressing table and an identical suede stool to the desk's. In the oblong mirror was the reflection of the subtle aqua blue walls in the bedroom, as well as the juxtaposing neat piles of messy laundry. Finally, the smaller girl brought her less-bleary eyes to rest on the beauty poking out from the white duvet. The ginger locks offered an eloquent yet slightly wild border to the pretty face and its prominent features. The taller girl's eyelids were shut as she breathed softly and a miniature frown creased between her eyebrows. Even in her sleep, the teenager had managed to trap her bottom lip between her teeth lightly. Her sloped nose sniffed and the tip wriggled subtly before she suddenly lifted her long lashes. The bright blue orbs were glazed over, however (after a few repetitive blinks) quickly gained focus on the grinning girl staring into their depths. The shade of blue gave the impression of being both as deep as the ocean and shallow as a stream - it was mesmerising. The brunette lay silently on her side as her dark blue eyes felt themselves being drawn into the inevitable whirlpool of the other girl's gaze. Beca's rosy lips parted slightly and she let out a deep sigh between her grin. Sunlight bounced from her pale cheekbones. The contrast between her wavy, dark hair and shining porcelain skin put Chloe into a trance.

"Chloe," a child's voice spoke through the door and both girls flinched at the noise, "Daddy wants to know something a.. 'bout breakfast?"

Eyes wide at the interruption, and realisation of their (complete) lack of attire, Chloe let out a slight squeal. Within seconds, she was bounding across the room towards a pile of laundry. Beca watched in admiration as the ginger bent and curved her long spine to pull on a pair of bright pink underwear before grasping a baggy unisex t-shirt and slipping it on. Damn, she's hot, the brunette thought as she observed her girlfriend's messy bed-head look: the wild hair falling around her beautiful face, and the bare legs emerging from the oversized top.

Noticing the smaller girl's eyes watching her, Chloe chuckled lightly (and melodically) under her breath. She skipped towards the door where Beca's discarded clothes from the previous night lay scattered. With a bare foot, she swept the items aside with the exception of the lacy black underwear, which she (after first admiring the intricate Victoria Secret design) tossed to the figure on the bed.

"Chloeeee, are you awake?" the little boy's voice whined as he started to lean on the door handle, pushing it down.

Panicking, Beca snapped from her thoughts and pulled the underwear on under the covers. As she finished this a baggy grey t-shirt smacked her in the face and she heard a quiet apology. Dazed, the brunette pulled the top over her head, her nostrils absorbing the strawberry scent of the clothing. Looking over, the smaller girl noticed her girlfriend had added a pair of navy joggers to her outfit and was opening the door fully.

A small boy with untamed ginger-blond streaky hair stood, grinning. His fringe ended in line with his light (non-existent) eyebrows, and he was notably missing one of his front teeth as he smiled. His light blue eyes scanned his sister (who was twice his height) before looking over at the brunette sat in the bed. Waddling forward a few steps into the room, the boy brought one of his pudgy hands up to wave at the pale teenager. Smiling, Beca waved back. The boy was distracted and his older sister's eyes gleamed at the attraction of an opportunity. He screamed and his eyes almost bulged from their sockets as slender arms lifted him upside down suddenly. The strawberry blond hair floated from his scalp and he started to laugh at the roaring girl twirling him around. After a few minutes, Chloe put him back down; and they both giggled adorably.