Woman, Woman (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 15

PLEASE VOTE! PLEASE VOTE! PLEASE VOTE!

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You wake up countless times during the night – a couple of times because Cara has to use the bathroom and then the third time, and the most unpleasant of all, she decides the bed is hers and hers only and in her sleep, she pushes you to the edge of the mattress and throws a couple of limbs over your body.

You sleepily get up and walk around the bed, lie on her side of the bed and drape an arm over her back, hoping it’ll somehow calm her restless sleep.

And hours later, there’s a fourth time. You’d say it’s probably around eight in the morning when you wake up to a cold, empty bed. It hits you that it’s Monday and Cara’s probably gone to work already. You feel unfamiliar sadness and worry settling within you. You’ve just come back from a two months tour. You want to be with her for a ridiculous amount of time to catch up on caresses your body’s been craving.

For a week, the routine is always the same – wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, go for a morning run alone, eat lunch alone (or with some friend), go to studio, come back to an empty apartment, make dinner alone, eat dinner alone, watch whatever is on alone, fall asleep on the sofa with no one to cuddle up to and wake up to a kiss on your forehead and her honey-coated voice saying, “Let’s go to bed, baby.”

But Sundays are sacred to you. You finally wake up pressed to a warm body. Your hand’s resting on her belly and her hand’s resting on yours. You press a kiss to the nape of her neck.

“Baby,” She starts, voice raspy. You hum, still half asleep. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

“Baby,” She says again. You press yourself closer to her. “We’re hungry.”

You nod.

“We are.”

“Me and the baby. The baby and I. We’re hungry.”

Your eyes shoot open. You’re up in seconds. You freshen up in the bathroom, tie your hair up and back in the bedroom, you throw on a tee and some knickers. She rolls on her back to watch you getting dressed, hand behind her head, torso exposed to you, loving smile on her lips. She’s got bed hair and sleepy eyes and you can’t resist throwing yourself on the bed again to press your lips to hers in a very tender kiss.

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You only manage to eat half of your breakfast – not because you get full very quickly, but because you eat slowly and by the time Cara’s done with hers, you still haven’t finished yours, so she throws you puppy dog eyes when she asks you if she can have the rest of your food.

"This baby is going to come out so fat." She mumbles, mouth full.

You giggle, turning on your stomach as you watch her eat. You hug her pillow and she throws you a dopey smile when the crumbles fall to her lap.

"You’re cleaning the bed afterwards." You say, not being able to stop a grin from forming on your lips when she leans down to noisily smooch a corner of your lips.

She puts the tray on the floor and gets up to stretch, her naked body fully on display for you. Your eyes stop on her chest.

“Perv.”

She gets back under the covers when she shivers, immediately scooting close to you.

"You’re wearing too many clothes."

And then she proceeds to get you as naked as she is. You end up on your side, facing each other.

"Our Sunday mornings keep getting better and better." She whispers, nose touching yours.