blossom children(werewolf story) ( choni )

welcome home

They become inseparable after that night, well, more than they usually were. Toni spends more time in Cheryls's apartment than her own, sharing meals, sharing books, beds, skin. For what it was worth, they tried to take their time, and yet they were all too eager to be close.

They steal kisses like young teenagers in love, giggling and good natured, a peck on the lips before parting ways to work or school, behind the pages of a book in class, fingers intertwined below the desk, sometimes cheeky lips against a slender neck when one was feeling particularly bold.

Toni had a penchant for being quite tactile. Always touching, always fidgeting, and Cheryl was never one to complain, putting the woman's mind at ease that she was not being too physical. They'd learn each other's boundaries respectfully.

In the early hours of the morning, Cheryl busies herself at the kitchen counter with a fresh pot of coffee. She stands wearing only an hoodie, unknowingly donated by the previous owner, and panties, shapely and smooth legs bared to world. With the slow drip of filtering coffee and gentle humming, she barely hears the ceasing of the soft snoring behind her, followed by the rustling of sheets, before feeling a strong pair of arms around her waist.

"That's my hoodie," a husky sleep-tinged voice murmurs into her ear.

Cheryl turns her head a little to meet half-lidded doe eyes, "Shall I take it off?"

"Mmmmh, I haven't decided yet. Looks cute on you," Toni mumbles, letting her eyes close, resting her weight a little more into Cheryl.

The redhead turns around in her arms, returning the embrace against a very shirtless Toni, nuzzling gently and coaxing a lazy kiss, hands moving across her back. The coffee sits, now forgotten. Toni rouses more as their lips move slowly together, deepening the kiss and punctuating it with a gentle nip on Cheryl's bottom lip as her hands drop down to soft, pale thighs, hoisting her lover up onto the bench, smiling at the squeak of exclamation as she moves between her legs to kiss her once more.

They spend many a morning like this, some more eventful than typical sleep-ins, should they have work or class off, or are granted a later start to their shifts.

Eventually they part reluctantly when Toni needs to shower before work and Cheryl returns to her now-cold coffee with shaky legs, new marks blooming across her neck and collarbone.
She gets to keep the hoodie.

Cheryl invites Toni to move in with her after several 'sleepovers'. An easy enough task for the fact that Toni has hardly any possessions.

Toni brings her a bouquet of flowers as part romantic gesture and thank you for her hospitality.

Cheryl places them in a vase by the window.the flowers ground them in the present, a beautiful reminder of what they share together now.

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Toni works late nights at times, sneaking inside quietly after shift to find Cheryl has already retired to bed. Sore and spent, she forces herself to shower after several hours of labour and lifting, hot water cascading blissfully over knotted, exhausted muscles. She changes into a loose tank top and boxer shorts and shuffles quietly into the bedroom.

"How was work?" A sleepy redhead mumbles from below the sheets.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" She whispers, approaching the bed.

Cheryl rolls over to her side lifting the sheets for Toni to slide in beside her, draping an arm over her ribs. "I wasn't asleep for long," she murmurs, tracing old scars delicately.

Toni shifts closer, nuzzling into Cheryl's chest, planting a kiss, the sound of her heart beat lulling her already. "Sorry."

"Shhhh..." Cheryl coos, bringing her hand between Toni's shoulder blades and scratches softly, up and down, a newly discovered weakness, and feels her lover melt under her touch.