Eternally Hers

Part Six

**Some general questions before I continue writing...

1) Do you enjoy the POV switches between the characters? I will most likely keep it Saoirse for one chapter, Ari for two, and vice versa, as I did with Jada and Isabelle!

2) Do you enjoy the use of screenshots/pictures throughout the story, or would you prefer I keep it strictly written?

3) Impressions so far?

Arabelle Warren

A familiar velvet voice groaned something unintelligible right beside my ear, and I moaned into the pillow in response. I could feel her cold arm thrown over my back, my own arm draped across her chest.

​When she didn't say anything again, I buried my face deeper in the pillow, willing myself to fall back asleep. Unfortunately for me, she spoke again, and this time I could understand her when she said, "Please go away, not this morning..."

​"Saoirse, if you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to smother you," I grumbled, my eyes still closed. I didn't even care if she was talking to me. As much as I adored the woman snuggled up beside me, I was not a morning person, and I was known to have quite the temper.

​"I don't even need to breathe," she replied back, her voice husky with sleep. It was still soft as velvet, but croakier almost, and deeper. It was very cute. She, unlike myself, didn't sound in any way irritated. "It wouldn't do you much good, love."

​"Oh my Goddess, shut up," I whined, flipping my head so I was facing her. She was already looking at me, her grey eyes sleepy but tender. I closed my eyes quickly. That damn look was going to kill me one day. "If I have to go outside and grab a stick to do the job, I will. Don't try me."

​I felt her cold lips against my temple as she chuckled under her breath. "You are not a morning person, that is very good to know. Unfortunately, someone is going to barge in in about five seconds."

​"Tell them to go die," I huffed before turning my head away and dropping it onto the pillow. Finally, I could go back to-

​"Good morning, lovebirds!" A chirpy voice yipped as the bedroom door slammed open. I groaned out loud. "Not very nice to tell me to go die, Ms. Warren, you haven't even met me yet!"

​"And I don't want to," I growled back, eyes still shut tightly, facing away from whomever it was. I assumed it was Saoirse's friend, Dorothy. I mentally reminded myself to tell my mate she needed to find new friends. Her current one sucked.

​"Ouch!" The chirp retorted. "That hurt, Arabelle!" But her tone was playful, and Goddess was it too loud.

​"Tell it to someone who cares."

​"Sersh," she said, "that really hurt!"

​"I apologize on behalf of my beloved," I heard my mate say from beside me, humour etched into her tone. "She threatened to stake me only a few minutes ago, so I understand your troubles, Dot."

​"Ooh, kinky!" Dot proclaimed, sounding more amused by the second. "Very fun! Wait until I leave, at the very least! Unless you want to have a three-"

​Saoirse pulled me close to her instantaneously, pressing me up against her side in a protective manner. She hissed at her friend, but it sounded playful. "You know I don't like to share, Dorothy."

​"That's not what you said in July of 1937-"

​This caught my attention. Now very much awake, I pulled myself up to rest on my elbows, looking down at Saoirse with an expecting expression. The thought of her with another woman made my jealousy – jealousy I didn't even know existed until this exact moment – bubble up inside me.