Disclaimer: I don't own (though I wish I did) the characters used in this fic. They all belong to their rightful companies. The storyline/plot of this fic however is my own idea. :)
A/N: *NOTE: Just so everyone knows my stories are rated T just to be safe, as I'm writing from a teenage/Young Adult standpoint. Well I think that's it so Sit back, Relax and Enjoy. (Oh wait one more thing; reviews and comments are most welcome but if you have nothing nice to say please keep it to yourself. Thank you.)
Stay With Me
"Any luck?" Serah asked, sitting up a little more, the fluffy moogle on the front of her pink nightgown bouncing with her movement.
Aya shook her head, climbing up on the bed in plaid sweat pants and a long sleeved black t-shirt, the spare blanket draped over her arms. "This was the only one I could find in the closet and I'm not going up to search the attic. I'm tired and it's too cold. I'll look into fixing the heater in the morning."
"Fair enough." Serah agreed. "So I guess we're sharing then." She added innocently.
The older woman scoffed.
"What?" The younger demanded folding her arms.
Aya sighed "How do I put this kindly? Sweetie you're a bit of a blanket hog."
"But I….Hey! I don't mean to!" Serah whined.
"Well can you try to behave, at least for tonight?"
"I'll try."
"Thank you."
The two women then settled in. But sure enough the older blonde soon felt the blanket being pulled off her. Sighing she rolled over quickly to pull it back but in no time at all it happened again. After several minutes of blanket tug of war Aya had had enough.
"Alright that's it! Serah. Serah!"
"Huh?" The young woman inquired groggily.
"Come here." Aya smiled pulling Serah up against her so that the young girl's head was lying on her chest.
Aya then pulled the blanket up over them both as Serah settled into listening to the older woman's heartbeat. She smiled and tilted her head closer to her pink haired partner, the scent of the girls' strawberry shortcake shampoo lulling her to sleep.
The End