The Forgotten Yankees (Belfast X Reader)

Ch 7 - Wakey

Will Belfast beat Fairfield to it? We shall see.

Enjoy.

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It was before dawn as a woman with long white hair and a busty maid outfit was up and going. Boiling tea and breakfast would be eaten in the dining hall. Possibly with company. Chances are Unicorn and her friends would be around to say hello. Belfast smiled as she rubbed her eyes open and went to put on her makeup. Happy for who she was seeing this morning.

Just right before the buttcrack of dawn, Belfast headed through the hallway with tea prepared for when the time would come. Opening the door to a room where just a little light had peaked in. The busty maid woman found a body in the bed.

Yes! She was so excited that she had beat her to it. Putting the tea down on her desk and taking her heels off. You look so at peace. Finally too. You should never act as such a careless person. And if Lady Wales, Sheffield, and Enterprise cannot help you, maybe our relationship can. Thinking about all of this she climbed into the bed. Spooning up against her. I hope my breasts hold.

Don't hold your breath "Toots", you push the envelope as is. Furthermore, it was amazing that Fairfield remained asleep during the whole thing.

Though naturally in due time the stubborn Yankee in Fairfield was about to wake up at some point. Waking up and seeing that someone was behind her back. Her butt was in someone's lap. "Huh?" With a yawn took the covers up. "Toots?"

Belfast opened up her eyes. She didn't go back to sleep, but rested her eyes as Belfast cuddled against Fairfield. So much taking place at the moment. "Good morning Dear."

"What are you doing here?"

"Cuddles, maybe some kisses, and breakfast with the girls. So bad?"

Fairfield turned around. Laying down and facing Belfast. "Ain't yous the bad one waking up? Like I forgot that pretty face and sweet tits?" She kissed Belfast.

"So Love, what are we?" Asked Belfast.

"Well, I mean, after last night why don't you tell me?"

"Fairfield, are we lovers?"

"Together?"

"Yes. I do care about you, although I'm starting to ask myself where we are going to properly draw the line."

Fairfield seemed startled. "Well, Belfast, aren't I too, what's the word?"

"What do you mean Dear?" Asked Belfast.

"Too much of a tomboy? Not elegant? Not graceful? Something?"

"You're a unique and interesting woman who needs a little support. And whether you agree or not, you are doing fine. A great job at that. Enterprise thinks so too and to take a step back or so."

Fairfield was misunderstanding the whole thing. "Enterprise told me to take a step back? Why? How?"

"If you remember, she would go into battle for days at a time with no rest, not eating right, not hydrating, and severely damaged. Who do you think helped guide her along the way? She used to never be in the bath. She would shower, a two minute soak, and would dry off. What have you noticed about her now?"

It was hitting Fairfield. "Goodness, she's mellow now."

"Right. Who do you think did it?"

"You?" Gasped Fairfield.

Belfast giggled and hugged around Fairfield's neck. "Yes Love, and being lovers we will make each other better. Do it for you. Not Enterprise, Wales, or Azur Lane."

"I understand. I've been a pain in the ass haven't I. Sheesh."

"How about some morning tea and we can just talk?" Offered Belfast.

"Brewed already?"

Belfast smiled. "You weren't leaving this room before I got here Love. You promised me. And I came early just in case. And it takes me sometime to get ready at that."

Fairfield watched her partner get the tea. Seeing her long white hair and nice legs. Jesus. I'd just love to be at Thigh Town at some point with her.

Belfast turned around to see Fairfield checking her out. "Something wrong?"

"Just admiring the body of the beholder and the Babe."

"That's quite alright. Though certain glares are rather uncertain."

"You got nice legs Toots. Don't worry about it." (Ay don abot it!)

"Yes Dear. Happy to notice that I have much upkeep for my duties at hand."

"Being head maid and shit right?" Pondered Fairfield.

"Heavens no. Not head maid I believe. But I still her majesty."

"Her highness means well. Very nice and pleasant to be around. Food alright, tea is good, why not? Right?"

"Speaking of, have you talked to your sister since then?"

"Haven? Nah. I haven't. Though I should probably apologize for being a prick huh?" Fairfield knew that's what it would come down to. Sometimes you need to swallow the pride and roll with it.

"Do you want to invite her to breakfast?" Offered Belfast.

"You treat this with such tradition. Right?"

"It's a proper thing to do."

"Hold the porridge will ya?"

"Huh!?" Gasped Belfast. "How dare you?"

"Easy Toots. I'm joking." She takes the cup and takes a sip. "Sorry I'm breaking tits." (Can't say breaking balls. Right?)

"Haven is coming to breakfast with you, I, and Enterprise. Across from Unicorn, Laffey, and Javelin. How does that sound?"

"Well Haven will find out I'm dating. This should go well. Yankee and the Brit."

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Yankee and the Brit would be a sweet title too. If only.

-Rel