Nikki woke with a start when she felt something soft and fluffy connect with the side of her head. She knew who it was, of course – and she knew that same person would have been up for at least an hour already. She grumbled sleepily, then cracked her eyes open to check the time. Quarter past six. Nikki whined pathetically, she hated mornings – there was never a chance to sleep till midday in her hectic life - and she yanked the duvet over her head, internally screaming. She heard a soft giggle from across the room, and light running footsteps. Nikki braced her curled body and squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for impact.
FLUMP.
Lorraine landed on the bed, almost on top of Nikki, and consequently burst into peals of laughter. She reached for Nikki's teddy – NO ONE except her was allowed to know he existed – and started to smack him with as much force as possible against the lump that was her girlfriend. When she heard her girlfriend's laughter, Nikki couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face – but in microseconds it turned to confusion. What was Lorraine thwacking against her leg? It wasn't upsetting her – not much did – but all the same, she wasn't used to it. Usually, Lorraine crawled up under the covers and curled up next to her, taking her hand and laying her head on Nikki's toned stomach. So Nikki decided to resurface – it was getting pretty stuffy in her duvet- cave after all.
Lorraine stuck her tongue out when Nikki sat up, and held the teddy to her chest protectively. Nikki leaned forwards to press her mouth to her girlfriend's cheek, but Lorraine rolled away, grinning mischievously. Nikki raised her eyebrow at her girlfriend's antics and smirked back at her.
"You're in a funny mood today, Missy…"
"Mouhahaha."
Lorraine stood up on the bed. Nikki found her eyes wandering – over Lorraine's Converse-clad feet, up her toned legs, which were clad in grey, fabric short shorts…over her flat stomach which was on display…and lingered for a moment on her breasts, which were covered by a white vest top that was knotted about 3 centimetres above her dimpled navel.
"Eyes up!"
Nikki's gaze snapped back up to her girlfriend's face. They locked eyes and for a moment the atmosphere was electric. Then Lorraine tore her gaze away, and started jumping.
Literally jumping.
On the bed.
With her shoes on.
Nikki sat up straighter against the headboard – being bounced about while slouching wasn't all that comfortable, even if it was amusing – and pushed her bed-head hair from her face. Lorraine continued to smirk at her and Nikki shook her head, feeling a laugh bubbling up in her stomach. She'd never seen this side of girlfriend in the 7 months they'd known each other – and it was a nice change to the stiff professionalism she saw nearly every day.
Suddenly Lorraine stopped jumping and her eyes widened. She gabbled something unintelligible in French – Nikki loved it when she did that, even though she didn't understand what the heck was being said – and then watched, confused, as Lorraine skipped happily out the room. Nikki rubbed her eyes sleepily, wondering if she could go back to sleep if Lorraine had calmed down – but seconds later she heard Lorraine laughing hysterically – again.
Nikki stumbled out of bed, feeling practically hung over, and made her way to the guest room at the end of the hall. She pushed open the door and was met with a ridiculous sight – Lorraine was hanging upside down off the top bunk – Nikki couldn't even remember why they had bunk beds – with a DVD remote in her hand. Nikki turned to look at the flatscreen TV and started laughing too. Despicable Me was on, fast forwarded at about a hundred times an hour. They watched together as the Minions, Gru, and the orphans became a whirlwind of randomness and colour – and Lorraine joined in, shouting "Bananeghhh!" repeatedly in a stupid, high pitched French accent. At the back of her mind, Nikki couldn't help wondering if, somehow, Lorraine had gotten high on helium…
By the time the credits came about Nikki was curled on the floor clutching her painful stomach as she shook with silent laughter, and Lorraine was biting on a pillow in an attempt to calm down. When Nikki finally found the strength to stand, she reached upwards and wrapped Lorraine in her taut, muscled arms, then lifted her to the floor. The women stood face-to-face, gazing into each other's eyes, tears of mirth rolling down their cheeks. Nikki pressed her lips to Lorraine's, and this time the smaller woman responded appropriately, reaching up to wrap her arms around her girlfriend's neck. As they kissed, Nikki frowned. Lorraine didn't taste of berries like usual…there was more of a hint of chocolate…and coffee…she pulled away.
It was Lorraine's turn to follow as her girlfriend stalked down the stairs, and Nikki's mouth dropped open when she reached the kitchen. The coffee machine stood proudly next to the empty box that contained the posh coffee's…the pot of instant coffee had been opened and was empty as well…and the food cupboards had been emptied completely and food was all over the counter.
Nikki then had the bad idea to look down. All fifteen of her secret pots of Nutella were lying on the floor…dead. Her magical stash of happiness…gone. And there wasn't even any coffee to make it all better. Nikki turned to stare at Lorraine, who was standing by the small kitchen couch, biting her lip and refusing to meet her eye.
"So that's why you've been hyper all morning…" Nikki jabbed Lorraine lightly in the ribs and her girlfriend giggled nervously.
"You drank all the coffee…even the horrible instant stuff….and then killed my little chocolate babies…" Nikki poked her again with each statement she made.
Lorraine looked up into her girlfriend's eyes, and laughed at her comments, trying to move away from her hands.
"Oh, you think it's funny? Do you? Hu? HU?!" Nikki attacked her girlfriend's ribs, grinning evilly as she squealed with helpless laughter and fell on the couch. Lorraine curled her body in defence, wriggling and squirming in a fail of an attempt to get away, but managing to grab one of the hideous green cushions as she did so, and smacking Nikki on the head and in the face. Nikki yanked it away as Lorraine grabbed another one, and then stood on the couch so she was taller than Nikki.
The women proceeded to tickle and hit each other with cushions, locked in their own little bubble of happiness. And then, as they collapsed together on the sofa, Nikki buried her nose in Lorraine's curls and couldn't deny the tidal waves of joy that was swamping her. As the minutes passed, they found themselves throwing immature; crude insults at each other, both knowing that they'd never loved anybody so much as each other.
Finis.