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This is a little fic my girlfriend and I wrote together, just for fun. It's not super thought-out or cohesive, but we thought it was cute, so we decided to post it.

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As the sun rises over Bright Moon, most of the inhabitants of the kingdom lay sleeping. Princess Glimmer, however, is wide awake; she has unexpected company in her bed this morning. She looks over to see Adora, curled up, making herself as small as possible so as to not be noticed. The latter hasn't been found in the former's bed since a more rock-like (apparently more comfortable) bed had been placed in her own room. Glimmer smiles with excitement, moving closer. She has been finding it rather difficult to sleep alone after Adora started sleeping in her own room again.

Of course, she would never admit that to the snoozing girl in front of her. She makes herself comfortable on her side and calmly watches Adora's chest rise and fall slowly. Her thoughts encompass her.

She's so cute when she sleeps . . . I wish I could see this every morning. She shakes her head, as if it will make the thoughts disappear. She watches a little while longer, until Adora seems to stir, her breathing quickening and her limbs moving slightly as she stretches.

Eyes widening, Glimmer whips around, facing away from Adora to make sure she isn't caught staring. She tries her best to even out her breathing, but her efforts are voided when she feels an arm— Adora's arm! — wrapping sleepily around her waist. Soon after, she feels the other girl scoot closer, pressing into her back.

Trying to calm down, Glimmer takes a moment to consider her situation. She probably shouldn't do what she's about to do, but, well, she's too gay (and whipped) to stop herself.

She takes a deep breath, reaching down and entwining her fingers with Adora's. Hell, what have I got to lose? Adora moves closer, not entirely conscious yet. Oh, that's right, I have Adora's entire friendship to lose! She freezes a little, considering the possible outcomes of Adora waking up in this position. What if she doesn't feel the same? What if I make her uncomfortable and everything is ruined? She thinks about letting go, but just as she's about to, Adora's sleepy voice fills her ears,

"G'mornin' Glimmer," she slurs quietly. Her thumb runs across Glimmer's hand in small circles. The latter feels her face warm slightly. Is she . . . is she really okay with this? What if it's just morning drowsiness? She turns her head slightly behind her, expecting to see Adora half asleep, eyes closed, but she sees the opposite. Adora's eyes are looking straight back at her with a sleepy, indecipherable expression. Glimmer feels her tense as their eyes meet, so she quickly speaks to soften Adora's unspoken worry.

"I wasn't expecting you to come in here anymore. I'm glad to see you," she says, her voice soft from sleep. She reluctantly detaches her hand from Adora's, turning so that she faces the other girl. "Couldn't sleep in the rock bed?" She asks playfully, grinning. Adora rolls her eyes,

"No, I'm sure I could sleep fine... it's just..." she pauses, "It still gets a little lonely. I miss having people close. Especially after defending Bright Moon so close to home... and fighting Catra... I— I really needed some company." Adora averts her gaze, ashamed. Glimmer's eyebrows furrow in concern as she reaches her hand up to cup the other girl's face.

"I'll always be here for you, Adora. You know that, right?" Adora looks up and locks eyes with Glimmer once more, nodding slowly. Her hand moves from Glimmer's waist, up to her arm, stopping over the hand which rests on her cheek. Adora's eyes close as she enjoys the contact.

"Thank you, Glimmer," the former Horde soldier replies softly, leaning into the other girl's palm. The two lie there like that for a moment, enjoying each other's company.

Against her sappy inclinations, Glimmer begins to lower her hand from Adora's face, but her fingers are stopped by both of the latter's hands. Adora takes Glimmer's hand in both of hers, glancing up at the princess briefly, then dropping her gaze to examine the other girl's digits. Adora runs her fingers over the palm, Glimmer freezing slightly at the soft touch, chills shooting up her arm and excitement fluttering in her stomach. Is this really happening?

"Your hands are so soft," she states, as if she's mystified. She seems to linger over the palm, tracing the areas where callouses would have formed— if Glimmer had them. "I'd never seen hands like yours, before I left the Horde. Everyone there had really rough, hard, uh— calloused hands?" She grins, a little embarrassed. "I didn't know that word until Bow told me about it, when he mentioned his callouses from archery. I, um, sort of thought everyone's hands were like mine," she explains, looking up at Glimmer once more. She finds a warm expression, with perhaps a little worry mixed in as well. "Yours, though..." Adora continues, "they're beautiful," she says, softly. Glimmer can feel her face warming up, and for a moment she doesn't know what to say. After mentally floundering a bit, she decides to vouch for humor.

"H-hah, c'mon Adora, they— uh, they aren't that special." She chuckles self-consciously, her other hand reaching up to scratch the back of her neck.

"No— they're perfect." Adora meets her eyes with soft determination. Glimmer's eyebrows raise; she's unsure of what to say. She is sure of how red her face must be by now, though.

"Adora, I— I don't know what to..." her voice trails off as she locks eyes with the other girl. At first, Glimmer wonders if Adora actually means what she's saying. How amazing could her own hands be? She can tell, though, judging by the look in Adora's eyes, that she's being more genuine than ever. "My hands—"

"—I'm not just talking about, uh, about your hands, Glim. I mean..." She cuts off for a moment, breaking eye contact, then resolutely looking back up with a caring yet serious expression. "You've been amazing, ever since we became allies— friends. You saved me from Shadow Weaver, even at your lowest moment, in a situation I could have avoided putting you in. Without you, I'd still be back in the Fright Zone, ignorant of all the destruction the Horde is causing. You're just— you're perfect, Glimmer. Not just your hands..." Adora trails off, confidence waning a bit with the lack of response from her bedmate.

Glimmer's heart is pounding, firstly because of what Adora is saying, and secondly because of the soft light coming off Adora's skin.

"Adora... you're glowing," she says dumbly, eyes wide with wonder.

"Haha, thanks for the compliment, Glim, but you're the one with literal sparkles in your hair," Adora chuckles.

"No, seriously, your— your skin is glowing. It's like... when you're She-Ra, but... you're still Adora." The latter pauses at this, actually looking down at herself. She's silent for a moment, confusion in her eyes.

"Huh." She wiggles her arms around, letting go of Glimmer's hand (to her disappointment) and sitting up. Suddenly remembering their conversation up until the glow, Glimmer sits up, too, a little too quickly.

"This is weird..." Adora remarks, looking down at her arms, turning and observing them. Glimmer watches intently until Adora turns to speak to her again. "What do you think this means?"

"I don't know, Adora," Glimmer states, concerned. She reaches out to touch Adoras back for comfort, but when she does, Adora hisses in pain and tenses a bit. Glimmer pulls away quickly, remembering the rather severe injuries caused by Catra trailing down her back. She thought they'd be scabbed over by now, but to her dismay, a small amount of blood seeps through Adora's shirt. "Shit, I'm sorry!" Glimmer apologizes quickly; however, Adora seems to show no sign of discomfort or admonition. Instead, she comforts Glimmer.

"It's alright Glim, I've had worse, trust me. This is nothing." She uses her other hand to reach around and feel where the blood is coming from, returning her hand with her fingers lightly coated with red. She winces. Glimmer acts quickly, seeking to escape from the situation and to help her friend.

"I'll get, uh, supplies! I'll just be a minute." Before Adora has a chance to say anything, Glimmer teleports out of the room. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Glimmer exclaims to herself as she appears in the hallway, starting to speed-walk toward the infirmary. She's stopped in her tracks, however, by an unintentionally-annoying figure with wings, whom she loves so dearly: her mother.

"Oh, hello, Glimmer! I wasn't expecting you to be awake at this hour," the Queen remarks, standing directly in her daughter's path.

"Uh, hi, mom! Yep, I'm an early bird now, I guess! Now if you'll—"

"Ah, of course, you're turning out just like your father... he always loved the promise of a new day," Angella reminisces, which is admittedly heartwarming and melancholy. Glimmer thinks of King Micah for a moment, then remembers her goal.

"Yeah, I mean, like father like daughter! Haha. AlrightmomI'llseeyoulaterbye!" She teleports away, but not before hearing an exasperated sigh from her mother.

—

"I wonder what that girl is up to, now," Angella speculates, rolling her eyes lightheartedly. I'll be sure to find out soon, I suppose.